the moon is a gypsy tonight
trailing chill-cloud scarves from her neck
and gazing on us all with the silver eyes
an invading metal craft left on her
she sweeps across the night sky in slow subtle steps
and hides her face from whomever she pleases
her favor is granted to all
at some point or another
and also her disdain; the monthly
plague of darkness
and when a shadow alights on her face
ward off her eclipse's evil eye
with forked fingers and fear
this moonlit gypsy stares
and i sing to her with my mezzo soprano
the moon and i,
we understand one another
her star-children are my playmates
her light shows me the world as i love it best
and the moon sings to me in her throaty alto
we are sisters
From my heart to your eyes
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I can see the moon as an alto.
the moon and i, we understand one another - yes, we do.
I like the ethereal feel of the images here, mysterious and secret. -
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Thanks for reading and commenting! I always thought of the moon as an opera singer, lol. *smiles*
-K
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beautiful imagery, though the piece itself is lacking in something... I rather enjoyed this, thanks for posting
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Thanks so much for reading and your honesty! =]
-K
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Briiliant penning..this is awesome..splendid word choice creating excellent imagery..the imagination using the moon as a metaphor is fantastic..very nice story telling indeed..Write On!..
..David 
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Thanks David =] I'm really glad you enjoyed it!
-K
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NIIIIICCEE
excellent piece of storytelling! i like this..great imagery my friend..and a nice flow..
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Thanks hon =] Glad you liked it! Thanks for the comment!
-K
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really awesome i love it i would give you like 17 million stars if i could but i can't ! great freaking job
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Thanks so much =] Glad you enjoyed it!
-K
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love it girl
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Thanks ^_^
-K
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