LC (December 30,1989 / Virginia)

Two Eyes For The Skies

I saw a moon so bright
One night
Was sure to blind my eyes,
And so I bowed my head
And looked not to the skies.

But in the lake
It’s own remake
Lay there for me to try,
And so I glanced
At it in chance
That it would satisfy.

But imitation
Though re-creation
Is not original,
And cannot hope
To therefore rope
The mind’s attention full.

And so I raised
My downward gaze,
And wished my eyes goodbye,
And would again
If were given
That moon once more to spy.

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A bright moon casts a shadow of such delicate introspection.