Song To The Moon

Song to The Moon

Sometimes
I would
like to be
the moon
alone
in her loniless
content in
her gracefulness
Immaculate
as milk
possesed
not by love
or hapiness
but only
only by the sky.
Solitary queen
amoung the
stars
casting down a pale
silver potion in
in translucent threads
Blue clouds
glide icy
below her,
flowering
at her hips.
She is suspened
in her proud place
unswaying,
steady
against the wind
that
murmurs
though her
dark starry
garment.

by Nicoletta Rose Carlone

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Comments (1)

Hi Nicoletta, welcome to Poemhunter. Lovely poem. Peaceful, serene, and some great phrases. An enjoyable read. Love, Fran xx