She called me to view the harvest moon
As if I didn’t know this month was June.
Reaching from the sky she called my name
Entreating me to come and play a game
Or watch the moonlight dance across the sea
To dip my fingers in its energy
By day she was illusive in her play,
Preferring her world in its shades of grey
And temperatures cooler without sun.
She didn’t care for all the summer’s fun.
Though people only knew her early hours,
She called to me to tempt me with her powers.
As if I didn’t know this month was June.
Reaching from the sky she called my name
Entreating me to come and play a game
Or watch the moonlight dance across the sea
To dip my fingers in its energy
By day she was illusive in her play,
Preferring her world in its shades of grey
And temperatures cooler without sun.
She didn’t care for all the summer’s fun.
Though people only knew her early hours,
She called to me to tempt me with her powers.
© 2010 Pam H. Murray
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