mother moon
floods the world
in her silver glow
so when you look at her
you can no longer
see the evil in the world
only love and pure raw beauty
when you look at her
you feel you soul
reach out to touch her
calling for her gift
to set you free
to fill your life
with the
power, freedom, beauty
you want to run fast
through the woods
on all fours
to feel the wind
in your fur
just one time
even if
the second you
turned back
you would die
it would be worth it
to feel that
just one time...
Author notes
cursor torva per matris luna~
translate from Latin to English
~ running wild with mother moon
A contest entry
- Diamond Eye's by Dark Prince Chaos.
660 points, ended May 5, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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truly beautifull i cud see it all a perfect write thank you for joining my contest -bows- __
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