Friday, September 23, 2011

While the Moon Looks Over My Shoulders

While the Moon
looks over my shoulders
I walk gently in darkness
well before dawn
eases us into a stressful life,
toddling along a well worn path
these feet glide
soundlessly over pavement
as my eyes smile
at dimming night lights
yet all alone on this trek
I pause to think,
wonder, ponder
how blessed we are
to share such love
this warm Autumn morn
and never will I be alone


  1. Some great lines in this! The poem starts of sounding like a song to me. Nice one.

  2. Thank you PT, actually it's the title to a wonderful song, once I heard it I pondered :)


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