Poetry You Followed the Moon

You Followed the Moon

You came from the East with the rising sun;

Bounding through the flowers as we traced our waning shadows

Towards a noonday picnic under cloudless skies.

 

So happy were we in the morning light,

Late we noticed, lost in joy at your carefree abandon,

You were off and chasing West the dying moon.

 

Away you ran and out of sight,

Past horizon’s edge, though frantically we called to you,

“Come back! Your light is here behind!”

 

But you were gone.

 

Our cries turned tears, and looking away,

Searched north where sunlight yields to darkness’ mysteries,

Then desperate, south where hopes and dreams reside.

 

Alas, we had lost you every way;

On we must, and trail our waxing shadows towards the eve,

With downcast eyes to trace your footprints’ memory.

 

But at end when our sun sets and last twilight flies,

Up we’ll look – the last remaining way – and search the sky;

Perhaps to find a newborn shining star on high.

 

Ben Tomkins
Ben Tomkins is a violinist, teacher, journalist and critically acclaimed composer currently living in Denver, Colorado. He hates stupidity and generally believes that the volume of one’s voice is inversely proportional to one’s knowledge of an issue. Reach Ben Tomkins at BenTomkins@DaytonCityPaper.com.

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