Crescent Moon


A crescent moon hangs low

As I wait for my tea.

A slip of light

On a dark canvas

Dissolves

The clamor of the day,

And I think of you…

As the night hums

To the drum of the universe,

Your voice softening,

Ambrosia-like,

Immortal nectar

In my mind.

 

(c) Karen K.L. Espaniola 2013, All Rights Reserved

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Noora
    May 14, 2013 @ 11:05:41

    Your words touched my heart deeply. I always read poetry aloud to understand and appreciate it better, and this masterpiece flows so beautifully.

    Reply

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