The Poet’s Moon

~ The Poet’s Moon ~

Here we are, again
seeking an audience with the moon
heart on sleeve
in all its naked vulnerability

such is the path of a Poet’s heart
knowing the Muse holds the narrative
imploring the moon to relay and decipher
and knowing heartache is inevitable

Had the moon lent her ear
to all the Poet’s missives
and conveyed them to the Muse?

the Poet waited, breathlessly
for the moon's declaration
poised in the blank pages 
between haunting agony 
and exquisite beauty


Tonight, the Muse is enthralled

the moon could not contain her joy
and displayed it in proud luminosity
full to nearly bursting

she bestowed upon the Poet
a gift to carry into dreams:
the Muse’s gentle laughter
echoing softly through the night

and the Poet knew no sweeter sound

awash with the purest joy
the Poet’s ink swirled cobalt
the words tripping over themselves
in their haste to blanket the evening sky
against the brilliance of the moon

the moon, for her part
reciprocated
calling attention to the Muse
that the Muse need only to look up
to know the exquisiteness 
by which the Poet loved.

© Dahlia Ramone:  November 3, 2023

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(Photo:  Free internet image)