Beacon to man - and lunar gods - Companion to the night.
(Man left the Rover tire tracks - hope that was quite all right.)
Muse to the artist - song and poem and painting to inspire;
A wish, a dream reflected: blue moon's moody blue desire.
The peaceful glow: a magic spell to touch upon each heart -
In this cold world's conspiracy, to drive us all apart.
In truth, we may be FAR APART under dark sky, star stewn -
But all together: ALL BENEATH . . . THE SAME OLD, SAME OLD MOON.
note: The Prompt from Poetry Jam this week is: The Moon.
photo: City Moon from my Balcony - W. Bourke
© 2014 Wendy Bourke