The shining moon is watching me.
Like a beacon, its bright light is a guide.
Above, thin clouds dance around it.
I weave my thoughts into a song.
I walk through the woods.
It eases my troubled mind.
Sharp branches may grasp my sleeve,
but I love to spend the night here.
I am alone in this wild place.
The world of men is far away.
The midnight moon is high above me.
Shadows fill my mind with peace.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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