The Chosen
I am the next full moon and I have chosen you
To dwell on high with me
While all the world sighs below our view
The atmosphere will glow in kind
When our faces here
It sees
The earth will sleep leaving all in our care
While we count slowly to ten
Laughing as clouds pass by in our air
Seeking to hide our eternal glow
Chased over rambling hills
By a fickle wind
You are the next new star in heaven's skies
I have now chosen you
To be the foundation on which I glide
I will wrap you in silver feelings
Until you become the sun
And say adieu
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Superb as usual - always leave your blog feeling better than when I came.
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Love it! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and captivating...!
ReplyDeleteFreedom and choice are existential determinents.
ReplyDeleteAs one of those guys myself I can imagine the blood flow of life in your veins. I am truly happy for you!
Gorgeus metaphor, as a classical divinities or Native American legends.
ReplyDeleteSo captivating (as I think has already been said). This makes me feel I'm floating along.
ReplyDeletelove it, captivating with wonderful imagery
ReplyDeleteI love the ambiguity and levels of your poem - so universal, so natural and appealing. Beautifully written and appropriate to the season. Wishing you the happiest of holidays and joy joy joy! Thank you Neva. Gay
ReplyDeletegorgeous image and poem Neva...if only everyone felt this beloved.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely fantastic Image and Your Poem is an even stronger Image in this Dreamer's eyes. Oh to be The Chosen! Thrill to Read , Thank You,Neva ;-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful uplifting piece for a full-moon show in the sky.
ReplyDeletehigh quality escapism!!
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