Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

The moon

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The moon lies lopsided tonight
Her crescent embodies the shards of neglected dreams
Once so vivid, now lost to the dawn of man’s realization

It is ironic, perhaps, that in the wake of reality
It is she, Moon, guardian of ancient knowledge
Who humbly bows her head to the stars and reminds us to dream

Yet in all her perfection
Never has she before
Been more dependent
On the dreams of Man

For Dreams are the bonds which hold time and space together

The day man releases his sights from the stars
Moon will sink beneath the shadows of the night
Never to return again

I can not remember the last time I dreamt
But I know not a night goes by in which I do not try

As long as we dream to dream
The splendor of the universe will bring Moon to her knees

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – August 18, 2013

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

8 thoughts on “The moon

  1. this carried me to wonderful feelings

  2. “Dreams are the bonds which hold time and space together”
    We are the dreamer and the dream.

  3. beautifully written! Thank you.

  4. very well written!

  5. “I can not remember the last time I dreamt
    But I know not a night goes by in which I do not try”
    Beautiful!

  6. Beautiful.I love this poem 🙂

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