Another Full Moon Night, Under Clouds
Weightless, local, essence of form but in no form
that keeps, these clouds block my view of the one
thing we can both look at tonight and know we share
the same world. It is not enough to know it’s there—
I must know that I see what you see. But if clouds,
empty of all illusion of form or permanence,
absorb their share of the moon’s glancing light
then maybe this love, shorn of time and setting
and shape, is equally bright and worthy
whether we see the moon or not
Very nice, Jeff. I love the last 2 lines.
Actually make that the last 3 lines.
Thanks, Len! It seems like the last two months I haven’t gotten a clear view of the full moon. It’s been annoying!
Beautiful words and sentiments. I read it three times. You know it’s love when you read it three times!
Some people say nasty things about power lines in photos, but you know- sometimes they bring a sense of man vs. nature/industrial POV to the scene. Lovely writing, and lovely image. :0)
Thanks! Like the poem itself, the photo is more documentary than artistic, but it was a moment I wanted to capture.
Always love to lay under a full moon
It’s so magic & relaxing