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Ode to the Moon

By Pamela Locke


Sometimes round and

Sometimes hollow

Or sliver thin with

Luminescent skin.

Sometimes black and

Sometimes silver

Into the night that

Always wills her.

Eastern rising amidst

Heavenly beings

Bringing peace and calm and

Thoughtful feelings.

Ruling the tides and

Enchanting the masses

Evoking true dreams and

Pursuing romances.

Shimmering beacon in the sky

You are the constant

To live a life by.

Until I see you on the eve of the morrow

I bid you goodnight

With a touch of sorrow. 

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  • That's a lovely poem.  Thank you Pamela.

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    • Thank you so much Anne!

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    • Yeah!

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      • "sliver thin with

        Luminescent skin." 

        -- nice!

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        • Thanks Cathy!

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