A Glass of Moon

 

A Glass of Moon

 

Each noise I hear

This night so clear

Makes me wish, dear

It’s you returning.

 

But it’s the breeze

Or rustling trees

Or crashing seas

That spur my yearning.

 

My heart distressed,

My chin on chest,

I leave the nest

To wait for you.

 

Under the skies,

I toast your eyes

And hate the lies

You put me through.

 

And in my haze

My glass I raise,

Look down to gaze

On something rare.

 

On surface shine

Of this red wine

I can align

The full moon there.

 

As my tears flow

Out of the glow

Your features grow

In make believe.

 

The last sip there

I’ll save with prayer

So that the fair

Full moon won’t leave.

 

Marc Ladewig

Author of Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero

Reviews

[ChaoticSoul]

I love the title of this poem. If I were to offer a suggestion, I found the bright, bold red color of this poem to contrast with simple flow of it. Perhaps a more subtle color would make it less alarming? Just a personal opinion. But with that aside I rather enjoyed this poem and the images it creates. It is very well written and structured.