Saturday, April 16, 2011

Full Moon Epigee (3AM Poem)

Nighttime tosses her round glowing head
                From mountain to sea pillow

Just like me in my restless hours

She peeks through my window, waking me
                To keep her company in her full high station
                As she rolls over slowly
                From East to West
Eternally pursuing her sister around the world

Sometimes they embrace in the game of tag
And then before long she moves on
In her endless elliptical chase

Just like me in my restless hours

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