Caravan Of Moonlight

Caravan Of Moonlight short poem

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She walks the mystic shoreline
Tides and seagulls
Clouds lift the curtain of pain
Rain and fog gone like decades

I find her waiting for my dreams
Dreams of fire to warm my lonely world
Unfurled hearts with eyes bright like stars
We gaze long at the misty sea of coming night

Wonder like alabaster songs of yearning
Winds drying quiet tears of flight
Flight from abyss and meaningless wandering
We hold one another in the caravan of moonlight

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Joseph Narusiewicz

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I am a documentary film maker and I write the majority of the music for my films. I have my own band and recording and audio-video studio in my home. Much of my music is used in my films. Three of my films are in stores as Dvd's. I also am a poetI am here to meet artists, poets and other musicians as well as other Christians.
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J.rid
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I loved this poem Your very last line was so good an ending too—for me at least.
a wander in moonlight can bring yes a certain peace.

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