That night Luna
wore a cloud like a robe
I exposed my grandiosity,
believing at first
the dance was for me.
No silly!
Clearly for Sol only
this performance.
As if I had stumbled
into my parent’s bedroom
at the worst moment,
blushing, I turned
and rushed back inside.
Lovely … and an amazing image
Thanks Brenda!
Wonderful photo, Richard, and I remember that feeling and the sheer embarrassment of walking into my parents’ bedroom at the worst possible time, too. A perfect image for this poem.
🤭 embarrassing!!!
This image is amazing.
Thank you!
So you met Luna as well????? (Why do so many of your writings, provoke so many ……….sharednessations, that are caught in thought?)
Cut from the same cloth no doubt! ☺️