“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde
And the Thunder moon whispered to me
I miss your soft lips and adoring eyes
come gaze upon my mercurial light
shimmering in the lonesome night.
Come bask in my cool calm caress,
I’ll share the dreams of our universe
We’ll talk until the pink rose of dawn,
and greet the magnificent vivid sun.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Poetry begins with a lump in the throat
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page