Moon harvesting dreams

Moon harvesting dreams
In midnight hours
The thoughts deserted
Reach in to pluck
Sweet sleeping dreams.
The shadows hide
What the silver moon sees
Caught in the act
Of silent memory.
The solitary whisper
Of ghostly voice
Haunts the shell
Of autumns coming.
Trick of the senses
Left spellbound and worn
Moving and dried
Leaves without soul.
I shall sit awhile
And play your tune
Sweeping the skies
With notes of love.
Come sweetest moon
And embrace the night skies
I wait in the dusk
For your return.

15 thoughts on “Moon harvesting dreams

  1. Thanks Andy, sorry it took so long to respond, playing with my settings and lost where I can comment back right on my post…grrrr….one of,those days πŸ™‚ so,glad you liked it πŸ™‚


  2. Thank you, it is most helpful to visit more often, I am horrid at that, but now following by email πŸ™‚ glad you liked this piece πŸ™‚ I love poems on moons and sunrise, although lately I am at work and don’t get to see it 😦 blessings and peace πŸ™‚

    Kim Laettner


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  3. I was feeling this last night – I had taken Pee outside around 8:45 and saw the moon – before i went to bed, i opened my shades so i could stare at it – love piece:)

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