WHEN THE MOON MOVES ME

my tinker tongue songly
sang it’s h e l l o
i know i am alone
a music box with dancer
dances alone but love
seems to grow to grow
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears — moon beam
move me so alone
my tinker heart too
strongly sings
its hell oh hell
oh no oh no oh well
i seem to find myself
in a large hall of
no dancers but myself
so i dance i dance
to the song of love
i love i love love
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears i drink her
love and love i love
moon light so moving
i dance with life’s
sorrowful song

:: 08-01-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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