The moon’s promise
Big beautiful full moon
Drifting musical undertones of blues
Color slowly dripping as you rise
Candle wax, light sifting through
You, a bit too soon
I have no warm beach beneath my feet
No ocean to boost your undertones
Filling in with the occasional crashing wave
Or thundering roll of surf
You there, in all your glory
Evening blush drifting from your face
Lighting my sky, but why now
I have no lady holding my hand
Hair blowing in the breeze waiting for your highlights
No evening view of boats lazily drifting
Lights bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the sea
No caress of wave around our ankles
Drawing us closer for warmth
Why now do you show in such glory
Just you and me
Now I see
Not only a lovely sight and dream
But future promise of what will be
Stephen Kellogg – 2015
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I observed the spectacular full moon on my drive home and your prose has captured the moment, expounded and expanded, quite nicely.
I hesitated on clicking “like”, as this reads so sad and wistful. But well-written nonetheless.
Stephen,
Deep and sad and filled with longing. Well captured, my friend.
Alice