Lit The Moon.
I waited all of my life.
For love to come around.
Not with clash of cymbals.
But without a sound,
You charmed my very being.
With raging
Softest kiss.
Disarmed the darkness
I was fleeing.
With one touch
Of heavenly bliss.
As I felt your written word,
I prayed
You'd be back soon.
My early hopes,
I thought absurd.
Then
You went and lit the moon.
Spilling ink
From a well
In my heart,
Across the page.
Flung into the night
Amidst her spell.
To greet
The moon and stars
On stage.
It was then,
I tried to woo you
With my rhymes.
Win you
With a stanza.
Bring your soul
Sweet echoed chimes.
A cultural bonanza.
Old fashioned verse
For modern times.
Tales of love
That danced
To a symphony in blue.
All sentiments enhanced,
A playful kitten
In a human zoo.
I'd stab my soul
With my quill.
To bleed
A poet's wistful trill.
But you sang
The sweetest tune.
When
You went and lit the moon.
poem by Kevin East
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