Moon Walk

I enjoy as I have said
Making coffee at midnight
Waking up stark in the dark
Proving life is not yet dead
Moving to shadow from sight
Straying away from the day
Which misunderstands so much

On nocturnal holiday
I reach out as if to touch
The cool white face of the moon
We speak but we never say
A word yet silence is heard
And no sound is more profound
I will be hearing it soon

Beautiful friend come with me
I will show you: you will see

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

I absolutly loved this the flow and imagery. Interesting thought. I like the tittle too.

misty..

You inspired it!

I just went back and rewrote it, looking deeper; I think it is better now. I hope you like it.

Love,

+Stevie

A NICE TRIIBUTE TO A CO POET[ESS]
SUPANI

i can relate to this Steven, as you know. i wasn't tittled by it like misty. i might have been had you called it Mooning!

Yes, Hey Hey, the T and A and the Q and A of life... and, always, the moon. I am listening to Nick Drake right now. Thanks for always understanding everything, and for loving the moon as I do too. Remember the words of that old song, the part no one remembers which comes right before the part everyone remembers, this part, the best part:

"The moon belongs to everyone"

It does. I find the moon more entertaining to watch than television any night. Right now where I live the night sky is exceptionally dry and clear, and the moon and I play hide-and-seek through the trees. Surely it draws us, like the tides. It is not just an object in the sky. No, she is a goddess, a playmate; he is the Man-in-the-Moon.

And dear Supani! How well things are growing here, blessed as we are by the infusion of harmony and grace which is you yourself. You bring good feelings, civility and spirituality to our circle; it is a great blessing, and inexplicably compelling like the moon.

We are awakening here, under the moon like night-blooming jasmine. Long live poetry.

Love and moonlight,

+Stevie