BY THE MOONLIGHT
BY THE MOONLIGHT, I SIT AND WRITE.I WRITE ABOUT MY DAY.
I WRITE ABOUT LOSING MY WAY.
ON EVERY PAGE, I LAY DOWN MY FRUSTRATION, MY RAGE, MY JOY, MY LOVE, MY PLIGHT.
BY THE MOONLIGHT, EVERY WORD SEEMS TO COME OUT JUST RIGHT.
RIGHT FROM MY BRAIN TO THE TIP OF MY PEN.
THE WORDS COME AGAIN AND AGAIN.
MY AFFAIR WITH WORDS STARTED WHEN I WAS SEVEN.
IT HAS GROWN AND GROWN, LIKE BREAD SPRINKLED WITH LEAVEN.
AS THE MOONLIGHT, CAST IT'S LOVING GLOW, MY WORDS FLOW AND FLOW.
I LOOK UP IN THE SKY AS THE MOON GIVES OFF IT'S LIGHT.
GIVING ME INSPIRATION AND WORDS THAT WILL FOREVER SHINE BRIGHT.
THEY MARK MY PATH AND TELL MY STORY.
I DON'T WRITE FOR PERSONAL GLORY.
PERSONAL SATISFACTION IS WHY I DO IT.
WHEN I WRITE, I PREFER TO DO IT BY THE MOONLIGHT.
TRINA N. THOMAS-EADDY
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