Ode To The Moon



Ode To The Moon

I watch you against the cosmic canvas
Traveling across the celestial scene
Longer than anyone can imagine
Slowly, softly and subtly
The soul companion
Of my home the Earth
As if in a dance
Your orbit in grayish silver
With the splendor of the Sun
Reflecting in the darkness
Walking with me
Wherever I go
Waking me to your dreams.

Up on high you glow ever so bright
Suspending my gaze and awe
Changing shape as you do
Waxing and waning gibbous
Crescent or in full bloom
So far away and yet
Close conversations with me
Still as silence speaks
Of your luminosity
I feel struck by you
Writing verses
In rippling light telling me
I am not alone tonight.

Where can such beauty as yours
Hide from melancholy eyes?
The face of full you
So round fills my face
With the echoes and ripples
Found only in your aura
Playing Beethoven’s sonata
Darkness seduces me
I am your captive audience
Your visible affections
Touch me like no other
Your company gives grace
Lighting my lonely world.

Copyright © 2023 Charles Edward York
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A tribute to my favorite satellite the Moon

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Written on August 08, 2023

Submitted by charlesedwardyork on August 08, 2023

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Scheme X AXBCBXXDBACXX EXFAXXCXEFXCE XXFGXHHCXXDGX XD
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,258
Words 235
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 1, 13, 13, 13, 2

Charles Edward York

Charles Edward York is an author and poet activist living in Plano, Texas. He’s written over 1400 poems and published 17 books of poetry. Born in Vietnam and raised a citizen in Dallas, Texas, he writes poems that include the subjects of love and relationships, nature, social justice, including police violence against African-Americans and minorities, astronomy and others. more…

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