The Moon

The moon has always had so much allure for me.   I have spent hours gazing at it all over the world.  It never ceases to amaze me that the same moon casts its beams on me as I ride a gondola in Venice or stroll on a beach in Barbados or watch the lights come on in my own city by the Bay, as we refer to San Francisco.  So many poets have penned verses about the moon so I, finally, felt compelled to do so as well.

The Moon

Your beauty, cold and distant,
Shines on many lands,
Illuminating oceans,
And shifting desert sands.

You light the poorest hovels,
And palaces of gold,
You see the kiss of lovers,
And furtive acts unfold.

You've inspired artists,
Who've painted many scenes,
Of lovely pristene places,
Swathed in pale moonbeams.

Writers praise your beauty,
In prose and verse that rhymes,
Man has been enthralled by you,
Since prehistoric times.

Your lure will never leave us,
As your secrets we explore,
For as you shine above us,
You make our spirits soar.

Carmen Henesy

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