A crater on the moon

Your presence

Meant

The sun, moon, and stars to me

I thought

I found a staircase

That could at least give me

One last glimpse of your face

But alas

It was made of wood

And my last wish

Burnt to ashes

The last place I’m finding solace

Is a crater on the moon

Author's Note

Photo my own.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and wonderful words shared my dear friend. We seek the perfect soul, the perfect heart to believe in. Do we accept less? I enjoyed the complete poem and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Unforgiven II]

This struck me instantly as potential for song lyrics. But it has plenty of impact the way it is.

Great post. :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you. Yeah, I need to do something to it to make it song-worthy. Don’t have access to my piano now….:/

[Ardra]

Moon has always been a fascination for me.. Lovely poem.. and loved the photo

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you. Who knows, maybe the moon can influence our poetry too….

[Ardra]

It sure influences my mood swings :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Even while the sun is shining? ;)

[Pax]

Aw.. My first reaction to this beauty.. Sometimes our dream or a lover is too far out of reach, that we can only dream the unreachable feeling... Well done my friend...

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Pax - yes that dream is out of our reach. Time runs out and we can’t get it back.