We’re searing for the summer moon,
for he is lost behind the trees.
The shifting wind carries the tune,
and moonlights words among the breeze,
for he is lost behind the trees.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
your hiding in this summer night,
From the world where these people fight.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
While waiting for his rounded face
explore places upon the hill.
The speckled sky shown not a trace
of his cool glow in steely chill,
explore places upon the hill.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
your hiding in this summer night,
From the world where these people fight.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
A crest then rose above the wood,
to spread orange light across the leaves.
We felt his warmth where we had stood,
comforted by his ginger sleeves,
to spread orange light across the leaves.
Hiding his face from the cruel land,
now he is lost behind the trees,
yet he sends down an amber strand,
like silk orange light that we can squeeze,
to hide our pain behind the trees.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
Your hiding in this summer night,
from the world where these people fight.
Where are you my sweet Dear Moonlight?
I need a place to hide tonight.
Author notes
This was inspired by a moment I had a couple of weeks ago. My best friend and I were hanging out at her house and another friend of mine texted us and told us to "take a look at the red f***ing moon". We went outside but could not find it. Figuring it was lost we drive out to the top of this hill so we see from behind the trees. Later on I said it looked like An Orange Beacon in the Sky, my working title for this poem/song.
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Comments
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To read your poetry just makes my day.
In my opinion, you are one of the best poets I have read on AP. Not only can you write dynamic rhyme, but you create some of the most lyrically vibrant imagery I've read in a long time. I was instantly taken by the title alone, and everything that followed brought me closer to "a ginger moonbeam." Bravo!
Don
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