Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


Seattle Coffee

Seattle Coffee
What I’d like to think you left me for

Seattle Seafood
What you actually left me for

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – January 27, 2014



To Dream

O’ bright Moon, 
Star of my fantasies,
Of thee I dream.

If you drank steep,
Would you stumble down to me?
Falling from the sky;
Caught by my loving embrace-
Kept tight by my loneliness.

If you slept deep,
Would you roll into my arms?
Safety you would find;
Guarded by love’s lullaby–
Prisoned by my free desire.

Yet she is just Moon–
Barren and without Life
And I am just Earth–
Barren and without Love

But to be drunk,
Is not to have drank–
Thus, I was happy.

And to dream,
Is not to have slept–
Thus, I was alive.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – February 6, 2013