Synonomous
We share the same moon but, we argue
whether the man on the moon
watches us down here on earth
or if she is a great lady
up in the night sky.
I find the moon smiles at me
from mud puddles and reflects
off skyscrapers in daylight
while you hold coins in the air
to make her disappear with your hand.
I am always looking for him
to rise, large and round.
You wait patiently for her
to appear on the next clear night.
3 comments:
Lady!
That's really pretty. It reminds me of that song "Memory" by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
wow. that's interesting as the idea for that song come from T.S. Eliot's "Rhapsody on a Windy Night" and T.S. Eliot is one of my favorite poets.
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