Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Full Moon

There is a full moon rising
You call into the night
You wait for the echo
Nothing in return
The silence deafens you

On the street corner you wait
Pacing like a puma
Waiting and wanting
Looking into the dark mist
For that which was once yours

The full moon reflects in the water
Your shadow floats across it's face
You reach into the darkness
Longing for that touch-sensual
The touch which took you high

The full moon rising
You desire the night
Craving for depth
Your soul cries out
Pacing, wanting and waiting
Knowing it will never return

(c) LAL
3/18

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