Moon

In abandon, gay
And mirthful glee
From worries and bothers, free
Living life
As pleased me
I spent the sun thoughtlessly
With nary a shade of doubtful seed
Not even a sprig of fearful weed

But the day always ends dark
And the Sun yields its lofty mark
The dark is the Moon’s to rule
When doubt and fear creep in to roost
Beguiled by its radiant charm
I have dreamt an impossibility
And when the dawn came again
The Moon had the last laugh
For the dream became my prison
Doubt and fear its sentries

– Raziel ©2016

Response to Daily Prompt – Moon

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