Just For You Poetry

You seem
to travel with me
skipping fields
mile after mile,
in the black of night
as large as life
through bare branch trees
you peek at me,
you´re always there
to light my way
you make me
on my lonely journey smile,
skimming hedgerows
with me this night
mile after dark and lonely mile,
I feel that I could reach
and touch you
as you shine bright
white winter’s bulb
deity of the night sky
la lunar silver orb

She is beautiful isn't she Tom, specially on a really dark, clear night when she seems to be playing games and peeping at you through the trees..

A lovely write... )

The perfect write on the winter moon... I was admiring her early this moring before sunrise..

The slow flow of your tribute to night's Madame Luna describes her white company so very well Tom - -weird but she seems to be whiter in winter. A lovely read.

Great wordplay Tom and the imagery is wonderful.