Raptures Of The Moon

I stand alone on a hillside
wishing I were standing with another.
Shooting stars flicker across the sky
sometimes looking as if they are dancing
as they skip across the heavens
showing off their display to the moon.
I stand and watch the cavalcade
enthralled by the raptures of the moon.
The twinkling of the city lights below
enhance the wonderful scene
as I stood alone on the hillside
enchanted by the raptures of the moon.
When dawn again breaks,
all this will fade away
and I will only be left with a memory
of what was a dream.
Until the next time
I feel the raptures of the moon.

12 February 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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