Poetry

Alone
Blindness by Moonlight
Breathless
Castle Walls
Cubed Confusion
The Frontier of Dementia
Empires
First Great Crush
The Fondness of Summer
Freedom From Within
Heart and Soul
Invitation
Lest We Wait
My Memory
Night Mare by Moonlight
No Flowers
The Pain of Separation
Peace Within the Palace
Phantom of My Nights
Rain
Shadow of Romance
Sleeping
Sleep Well Sweet Heart
Summer Devotion
Tender Attention
Waiting Moon
What Past?
Wine for Two

Blindness by Moonlight

I've observed again, the full moon at night.
What a wondrous sight, that moon in the night.
It shines as if it were lit from inside,
that moon so bright, so full in the sky.

A heavenly body so full of life,
too long a gaze and the soul is awed.
A gorgeous sight, that moon at night,
too far to touch but a pleasure to behold.

What hold does the moon have on me,
to stare again, and again once more.
Have I gone mad, or have I been saved,
that moon of mine has a grip on me.

Its shape is firm, and perfectly curved,
much like a vision I've had in a dream.
A reminder of things I could have had,
so here I sit, and stare at the beam.

Into the depths of space and time,
that moon of mine has taken me far.
Down memory lane through emotional pain,
with joyous laughter and thoughts of hereafter.

Mad it may be I have become,
but continue to watch, I've yet begun.
No heavenly body will come as close,
to satisfy hearts, but never impose.

Years go by and things will change,
that light of moon will not rearrange.
Till dust we are and have become,
that moonlight will shine forever on.

Asa Jay