The Moon

Writer's Cramp Entry

A great and seductive lure,
In cool night's tender twilight,
Slow to rise from deep sleep,
To fill some with delirium.

But no soul walks Moon's shadows,
There's no quiver of crying eyes,
A brief existence in eternity,
A mote afloat in infinity.

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Most Recent Poetry  (E) Poetry most recently written. #2035077 by Vanishing Vapor

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Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-  (E) You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 #2207307 by Vanishing Vapor