A Poem to the Moon

A poem to the moon
A sliver of song
A poem to the sand that is
Rippled and long
A poem to the sea
That will break in my mind
A poem to tomorrow that
No one will find
A poem to forever
That will echo your voice
A poem that will offer
No kind of choice
A poem of the past
Filled with butterfly wings
A poem unrelieved
By everyday things
A poem unencumbered
Unbroken and round
A poem that is nothing
But thought and a sound
A voice come full circle
Without any tune
A silver of song
A poem to the moon


© Edwina Peterson Cross