by Vickie Spears
Vanilla moon in a velvet sky.
As I look upon that stoic face, I feel compelled to ask -Why ?
Why - with all that beauty in the sky, so many idly pass on by.
But I choose to honor your moonlite in the velvet sky.
And be intrigued by the Jasmine breeze floating by.
Imagining to be in that magic breeze and fly.
Fly through the moonlite, breathing in the glow.
Gliding and dancing as I go,
Sharing secrets that only the Moon may know.
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Talking with a friend about the moon. We both admired its beauty. A poem was born...