I’m climbing a ladder straight to the moon.
Her glow is gentle, never painful or cruel.
She guides the sleepless souls through the inky skies.
When you can’t bask in the moonlight,
You can rely on the magic from her dark side.

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I’m climbing a ladder straight to the moon.
Her glow is gentle, never painful or cruel.
She guides the sleepless souls through the inky skies.
When you can’t bask in the moonlight,
You can rely on the magic from her dark side.
Midnight sun, she make me wonder
Stars above, a world beyond
Far away, she won't surrender
Master of her magic, of her wand
Luminous and wise
Her realm is endless
She overlooks the skies
Her nights are sleepless
She has many forms,
Others dictate her feelings
To which she's pressured to conform
A prisonner to the living
She hears their bickering
Their brooding, despair
Sees them, thinking dreaming
It's not rare,
They think with their eyes
And wonder with their minds,
They bottle all their 'whys?'
And seek worlds to find
Acute sorrow they hide
Beneath their perfect skin
Rules, they do not abide
They won't say where they've been
I See You Say The Moon
Maureen Mcgreavy
Diamond Moon poem I wrote.
… and slowly I see the almost imperceptible breath of the atmosphere stir the thin and bud-studded trees
and the train calls again like the loons do, stimulating some more magic that makes it so each time I blink
the moon releases a small, powerful halo, rippling like a penny into a bucket of water
Blink blink blink and three unasked wishes come true
I’m a little uneasy, wondering if there will be a price to pay under this Scorpion full moon
but the magic is too delightful to give up
Plink-plink-plink plink plink
"The Waning Moon," by Percy Bysshe Shelley
"Under the Harvest Moon," by Carl Sandburg
Actually took this picture using the telescope I mentioned before. It was a clear night on New Year’s Eve and that’s when this moon revealed its surface. The telescope is a ‘low cost’ model, but appears to get the job done. More practice will probably result in better pictures. The poem is the first one in Ages of Entanglement, my novel that is now available. There are many other poems dispersed in the story. The story is about finding hope and humanity in a lost world. I sincerely hope that everyone is having a bright start to 2020. #lunar #moon #moonphotography #moonpoem https://www.instagram.com/p/B60w1XZl3Ir/?igshid=wr3o9hqud8ds