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Sep. 4th, 2018 @ 08:45 pm Poem - Moonbeams
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Moonbeams” was inspired by a Tumblr posted quote, “Moonbeams were indeed her currency, for bathed in their light she was priceless”.


Moonbeams

Moonbeams taken as currency
from the sky in nightfall's realm
collected in a silvered jar
shining bright as treasures grow

all I dread is cloudy vaults
or the waning in due time
evoking shortage when the beams
are absent from bounty’s purse

fear not as the sphere is seen
queen of month returns again
from dark to bright the cycle turns
satellite of dreaming time

light hoarded in near dark
then spent in response
to my time in the sun
while I long for further wealth.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180904.
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