THE WANING MOON
Taken from the book of poems
‘Dreams to Follow’
The
waning moon
Is
going too soon!
Its
brilliance as a glistening silvery white
Has
gone with the night
The
stars are lingering, bringing delight
A
sailor setting his course
A
route that will steer them to lands far, far away
The
waning moons reflection showing their direction
Keeping
their eyes on course with the skyline
The
rippling waves
Flowing, swelling, rising and falling
So softly, gently
Not a breath of wind can be felt
And here I stand and watch this splendor
Unfolding, enfolding me
Like a warm embrace
The air is so warm reflecting the waning moons
Brilliance, excellence
I will stay here till daybreak
Listen; watch all the sounds that will appear
And the waning moon disappear
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
17th May 2013
All Rights Reserved
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