I Love the Moon

Nice. I like your poem. I did a lil writing last night too.

Went for a walk in the cold dark. The man all sheathed in black, a constant stream of wind, ground wet with shadows.

Stop and stare at what visible stars have thrust their chins from the recessed faces of their respective constellations. Sitting beside the road, alone with all I know.

Upon the hewn geography of my thoughts, emotions trace invisible lines of demarcation. I pass through states of sorrow, to calm, to elation.

Killed the music about a quarter mile from home. Listened to the growl of engines, breath of funnelled air that pours through the undercarriage.

Upon every corner of the earth, suffering abounds, and yet, who could deny its beauty.

Ah, a fine moon song. Mistress Moon would smile in approval.

I smiled from ear to ear , she was just amazing,big ,extra bright and stunning 🌕