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Reflecting Upon the Moon

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


The moon,

emerged from the clouds.

A sprinkling of stars,

all about.

The soft, gentle spring wind,

blew sweet perfume through the air,

for I moment I thought,

I heard you call my name.

Then I looked up and it seemed,

I saw your image reflected ,

on the face of the moon.

My friend it’s been so long,

since I saw your smiling face.

There you were looking down at me

and it could have been yesterday -

when we last said good-bye.

Now another summer,

has come and gone,

leaving behind –

poignant thoughts and memories.

In the dark of the night,

what a lovely sight -

I wonder if you’re really there.

Comforting it seems

and the years slip away.

Now the harvest moon,

has come to say –

autumn is on the way.

The moon radiates its light

and the night,

becomes like a fantasy.

Sure wish I could give you my hand,

just for a moment to feel you near,

like in times past so very dear.

Reflecting on the moon,

brings back the good times,

when you were mine.

Close friends never forget,

they stay in the heart,

though time moves on

and I’ll always remember you -

as I reflect upon the moon.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee

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