The Summer Moon

Visible Thoughts, Dave James Horn, David James Horn, David Horn, Poet, Poetry, Folkestone, Kent

The moon rises
It hypnotises
And shakes off
It’s daytime disguises
Riding upon the turning tides
The warm evening air
And a thousand awestuck stares

Captured in grainy photos
On the camera phone
Our 21st century go to
As it shines
It’s time worn face
And upon the waves
Weaving patterns finer than lace

This tamer
Of the sea
Loyal companion
To the earth
Entwined
By the delicate strings
Of gravity

Dave James Horn ©

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