Full Moon

The Redcliffe Peninsula Poet's Group is having a concert for the Valentines Day this year, so I wrote this little love poem. This tells a tale of unreal men.

Looking out on the full, full moon on the eve of Valentine's Day
I thought of my love, a wonderful man and wondered what he would say
Would he tell me how much he had loved? Would he tell me who he'd fell for?
Would he mention my name, would he compare me? I watched the full moon start to soar
It swirled around with the man on its face looking down upon Earth
He blinked, then smiled, then winked at me! I felt like I'd just been re-birthed!
"Are you alive?" I asked the Man "How do you really live?"
He smiled at me and took a deep breath, knowing what he would give
"Trust in me," he said to me in a whispered voice very light
"I can tell truth, not lies at all - this word is about this night."
I sat down on Earth, feeling so tired; the Moon man blew over me
His breath was sweet, he whispered to me about things I needed to see
I saw a man, a tall one, dark hair - he smiled and waved at me
Beside him approached another kind gent; he was stable - like a birch tree
From out of my sight, from left and from right walked three more men smiling truly
Ginger and black and blonde mixed in, and muscles flexed so coolly
I knew my eyes were shut as he talked - it seemed, just to me, like a dream
All of those men lined up in the front seemed to glow with a gleam
I shook my head, not wanting to lose, but all of them seemed to vanish
Well, all except one, a marvelous male, and I felt myself turned Pollyannish
The Moon man smiled, and started to leave... "Wait!" I called out to him
"What's going on? I don't want you to leave!" He smiled and spoke as he dimmed
"You found a man, the right one for you, just keep him, he's now just yours
Just treat him as well as you want him with you and there'll never be any flaws."
On that little whisper he just disappeared, the moon began to fade
And the man appearing in front of me convinced me he'd just been made
He extended his arm, I held out my hand, our skins met with a glow
And with this delightful man who now was mine, we knew we had love to grow

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