Dancing on a Day Moon

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Dancing on a Day Moon

July-high moon
cream crescent in the almost-dusk
in this misty-white/blue
a brilliant haze this moment
just before night falls

This lonely street
along this long slow bend
to spring along across the top
of the disparate gray gravels that push
their heads up through the thinning
shiny black cover

Along this path I ride
foot down and round and round
the balances of all my existence
Sensing them as never before
exulting in a very personal freedom
and finding the clean clear water
that flows upon me
after the sweat has come and gone

It is my dance of purity
a ritual I’ve never understood
only accepted, and why?
It occurred to me
Did God at last speak to me
Dancing before a day moon?

In the fading light
another reflection I see
from another burning light
to see my tiny light
returned to me

I imagine and go and see
that I am part of this
and this is part of me
No journey now or race
this moon sees me

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BraveMoon commented on Dancing on a Day Moon

08-08-2009

I would love to dance like this with a perfect stranger, my old friend Moon

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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