The Night The Moon Got StolenA Poem by Leslie Philibertmoonday, maybeIn the night the moon got stolen lunatics shook their fists at empty heavens, cats stared at holes in the dark night and seas turned into lakes, tides refused, And songwriters hit the wrong keys while lovers went home for an early night, words were not whispered in ears nor arms thrown across shoulders in first joy, Have no fear for this lost face in the sky, the lady that shimmers over standing water, Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn, Libertas will free this stolen moonlight.
© 2012 Leslie PhilibertAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on August 17, 2012 Last Updated on August 17, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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