
The eyes of the moon
set deep in gray lunar craters,
turn focus through random puffs
of cloud mist, illumining lovers,
solitary dreamers, hopeful believers
and skeptical deceivers, beckoning
with hypnotic beams, drawing soul
to soul for the moment of reckoning.

Lightning ignites thunderous crescendos,
shivering spines, awaking desires,
spelling possibilities across the skies,
re-birthing the moon and you--now--sparking fires.


----{-@ x12 to you madame..






nicely put to pen in your verse.










39 old applause
