Sympathetic Moon


Looking down upon me

in my dreary despair

beams arch downward

softly caressing my hair.

Shining its glow

where pain took its toll

filling the hollowness

with gentle console.

Bathing me tempered

in radiant glare

encompassing warmly

a soul that lie bare.

Quelling my anxiety

with gleams of hope

tethering itself

to the end of my rope.

Stroking my skin

iridescent fingers embrace

absorbing tears

that cling to my face.

Granting solace through

illuminating croon

comfort found

in sympathetic moon.

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Robert C Millar's picture

LExcellent Poem. It really is one of the best ones I've seen in a long time