Once Under a Blue Moon
Now You're Here
I wander streets to find somewhere elsewhere
Just to see if and who would care
Mouth runs dry and I yearn for nothing clear
When I approach the somber doors of now I'm here
Stepped inside as the stale air caresses my face
Hung my cares on the rack just to be as one beside this place
A mere weary traveler seeking nothing to find everything
I close my eyes to those around and listen to the ambiance sing
I drift away like Doobie Gray
Just to leave my worries for another day
Few hours later and my thirst is quenched
But rain has left surface streets drenched
Curiosity sneaks as I take a peak
A bird who has my knees weak
I think I should stay for just another
As I write a thank you letter to her mother
Vultures come to circle around and round
I dare not move nor make a sound
Let me watch that which I could never taste
Blowing three sheets in and my list is just a waste
There jotted down on a service, a something of sorts
Just a keen observation I wanted to report
Picked up by the mixologist who reads with a smile
Appreciation bows my head, I must confess it's been a while
I know not which is right from wrong
And this day has drug on far too long
I sought out nothing with nothing to gain
Staggered outside to light my cancer in the rain
It's a good night to wander from here to there yonder
I'll clear my head, start to walk, and ponder
Puddles gather reflected lights of a sleeping city
When look and behold a chariot pulls forth driven by one so pretty
She liked what I had written, it was written for her
Offered me a ride to take it even further
A woman in need I could not refuse
For a man with nothing has even less to lose
I stared long into her face
Captivated by her loving embrace
Within moments we began to intertwine
And in a rhythmic union we danced within time
There was a moment I glanced to see the clouds break
So consumed by awe at what the heavens can make
The billow left lingering the moon in its bluish hue
At most a rare sight for all but a few
And so it would be fate that is this dance
Could have only happened by chance
That's when I knew I was whole and I could feel
But I awoke from this dream too good to be real
About the Creator
Daimonick Koivisto
Poet and an artist from Phoenix, Arizona. Two published poetry books ( The Art Of Words Less Spoken, and The Illustration Of Words And The Magic Of Speech )with more to come.
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