Wish We Were There

Posted: April 4, 2011 in My Poetry
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Here, the stars are plentiful.
No city lights to dim their glow.
Two huge moons,
one in the water, rippling
with silent laughter,
the other floats overhead,
a giant, yellow balloon.

Sounds in the surrounding gloom
don’t frighten. The lonely howl
of a coyote. The scrabble
of claws on sandstone.

Your arms around me, warm
breeze of breath
on the back of my neck
make anywhere
my paradise.

4-2-11

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Comments
  1. bluebee says:

    Lovely expression of how our perceptions of the same state can be different depending on how we are feeling inside. Love the imagery of two moons 🙂 bb

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