Poet’s Corner: Midnight Moon

It’s when you find yourself adrift,
Across the lonely seas;
And all you’ve left are your own thoughts,
And those of Socrates:
You wander through a heaven’s gate;
Reading fortunes by the rune.
And realize your tenderness,
Beneath the Midnight Moon.

Shores off in the distance
Greet waves which can commence;
That dance of salty living;
Crippling mortal sense.
Still, every word you mutter,
Becomes prophetic tune.
As you sail across your sea of life
Beneath the Midnight Moon.

A seagull sees the storms afar;
But we can only feel–
Pressures from the air we breathe
Can bring us to a kneel–
And when it does, we look to God,
And pray he’ll heal us soon.
As we watch the world around us,
Beneath the Midnight Moon.

So hold on to your compass;
‘Twill guide you ‘neath the stars:
Like a metronome in rhythm,
Keeping time to your memoirs.
And sirens donning sequins:
They remind, you’re not immune;
To the power of the unknown,
Beneath the Midnight Moon.

Top image owned and created by Brian Stoltz: Midnight Moon. Permission given for use by Woman Around Town.