on the moon

man on the moon

m.s.early

2017-03-22

i dressed the poems with flowers 

carefully with sentiment

and dotted each “i” as if lighting a candle

in the bedroom by the window 

on the lampstand in the corner

and crossed each “t“ as if plucking a petal

from the roses i never gave you

blushing softly with each flicker

of each jasmine scented candle

that was never snuffed or lit

and i let the words down

like eddy wine so soft and velvet

that never graced the lips 

that would never part to kiss

the one that lived so far away

it might as well have been the moon

Reviews

[Chris]

I've stood overlooking tombstones wondering when tomorrow will come and just how far yesterday was... I walked castle walls in England cause I didn't know Love lived a county or two further away - then... and now, well - it's tomorrow and though the mirror lies the mind knows - it always knows. And the moonlight is no less lovely...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I have fallen....the moon and the man no longer my home...i can only travel by wind on the water...but even now...my eyes are becoming dry.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I feel you are as far away as the man in the moon. I miss reading you - please post soon!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they can be so far away---and sometimes feel far away even when they are close...we have good intentions, but never act on them.

love this one.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I've always had a fascination with the man in the moon...