The Night The Moon Got Stolen

moonday, maybe

In 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. 

Author's Note

I wanted to try and write something more traditional here....

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Cool. Excellent imagery and overall poem. Nicely done.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

It is a new moon:) Well written and an excellent read.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Beautiful. I love the way you depict the night where everything is off key and yet, you are spot on, in your flow and graceful words. Wonderfully written!