by Maria Massarella
when last we
to each other
i fell in
to a contro
that played hide
a smile to upper
curve my lips
when perched up
on a nauti
cal cloud the
and our re
Author's Note: draftinglows
Posted on 08/01/2009
Copyright © 2023 Maria Massarella
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/01/09 at 02:42 AM|
Flight of fancy or fantasy assits in keeping a youthful perspective. Moondancer among the stars; whispers of merriment, pleasure, and song play her contentedly, unerringly along.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 08/01/09 at 03:37 AM|
Chaste and chased by the glow of a beautiful moondancer. Beautiful honey glow, Maria. Beautiful!
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/01/09 at 05:08 AM|
What a lovely conversation. You and moonspeak.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/09 at 10:34 PM|
Moonwatcher Moonlover... you cast your fine silvery glow upon us so lovely and comely your wordvisage... I feel reflected-on. Looking forward to the clouds lifting and a walk at night.