I stand in the glow of the wonderful moon.
Her light washes over my long auburn hair.
I long to know of the power she holds.
For she is the moonlite power in my dreams.
She guides me to the wonderful world,
on beams of light, colorful like the rainbow.
She leads to a world where there is always hope and light.
There are mystical creatures of every shape and color.
Flowered scents perfume the air.
But I must wake with the morning light,
mourning the loss of the wonderful glow,
the moon in its brightness.
I wish for the landscape of a autumn's moonlite night.
I spend the day daydreaming waiting for the time
the time when I can be back under the moonlite night.
Author notes
Her moonlight shines on my face
Written March 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- The moon - how enchanting, mystical etc.. Imagery wanted! by -MrsWonka-.
350 points, ended March 28, 2006, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i like it....and i hope that there'll be many things in the moonlite later in life.....i promise there will be...it makes you look alive when you're in that glowy light.....that didn't come out as i hoped...sorry
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this is a really touching poem. i like the story behind it, longing for the glow of the night moon. i like the imagery in it. well done, thanks for entering and good luck!
xx laura xx
(ps. sorry i cant applaud your poem, i havnt got the points!!)
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