Ode to Moonlight
Moon, Moon
brilliantly bright,
lighting the corners of my
heart tonight.
The warmth of your fingers
caressing my soul
melts my resolve-
I forget the role
I am forced to play
in the light of day.
I resist!
Memory is fatal to forgetting
the path in favor of regretting-
But oh so sweet a thought,
the tender hope of what was naught
but imagining.
The twinkling spark in passion’s eye
was but a teasing dreamer’s lie.
As you, dear Moon, do taunt
and chide
the crouching, eager nymph inside.
She longs to fly!
Oh why
the passion thus be bound as
longing of the heart confounds
the senses.
Retreat oh Temptress,
in shadow stay
as morning sun comes out to play.
And I, return, against my will
to sit upon the windowsill
in supplication,
invocation,
meditation,
take up my station-
obedient.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2016
Tropical Affair 
The moon is an enchanting, mysterious mistress. Evocative poem and beautiful accompanying photo.
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Indeed she is…I feel at home in her embrace. Thank you MC. 😊
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Me too. 🙂
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Being able to forget the role we’re forced to play, even for a little while, is a good thing. Very nice. Cheryl.
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Thanks Dan. Yes, a need to srep outside of our everyday selves.
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