LM (March 10,1967 / Chicago, IL. USA)

The Moon Was But A Chin Of Gold

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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago—
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below—

Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde—
Her Cheek—a Beryl hewn—
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known—

Her Lips of Amber never part—
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will—

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star—
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door—

Her Bonnet is the Firmament—
The Universe—Her Shoe—
The Stars—the Trinkets at Her Belt—
Her Dimities—of Blue—

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Comments (3)

To a very large extent you're are correct, I would have agreed with your conviction in Toto except that last month I met a middle class young handsome gentle man who is married to a partially crippled lady. Since then, I have come to believe strongly that love is a spiritual experience that abodes wherever it feels like. A nice piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Sometimes people forget we are human beings too and treat us as creatures to be protected.... Everybody needs love and you expressed that realistically in your poem.
What can I say Ronald, a lovely poem expressing a little despair, but I hope no giving in, love is always around the corner, it will appear without you realising it, one of these days. Lots of hugs from me while you are waiting. Love Ernestine XXX