Full Moon Rises

Soul wanders

through the darkness

searching for your light.

It floats blind and lost

searching behind

the stars each night.

Heat remembered

frustrates and

fuels the fire.

Full moon rises

sparking rebellion,

tears and desire.

I want! I want!

soul screams out

to the empty night.

Its over. It’s over.

Must be accepted

by each daylight.

2 thoughts on “Full Moon Rises”

Timothy Price says:

07/27/2020 at 10:17 am

Wonderful poem, Jeanne Marie.

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1. women who think too much says:
  
  07/27/2020 at 10:49 pm
  
  Thank you so much. 😍
  
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