We chatter to sangrias and songs
In Vintage tees, we cheer to yesterdays
Look up, there's a full moon beckoning-
A blue moon, silk & serene, round-eyed
Silver light, its wholeness lifting us
To gaze beyond trees, city lights, cars
Blue moon, give us the longing for stars
Map our hands with sage & bay leaves
We are soft as ocean, flowing into you
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight.
Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm. Thanks for your visits and comments.
