Swinging Beneath the Moon, a poem

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Swept up in sunset dreams,
the swing does sway beneath me
the light of the sun is lost
it now fades in the distance
and I can almost touch
with my toes –
wind in my hair
I swing
yes, I swing
high and fast
the color of the evening sky
swept upon my face
and the silence of the closing day,
save the persistent rub of rope against the tree
the sound of my breaths
and the gentle kiss of wind in my hair

seduces my soul.
I reach
yes, I reach
for the close of day,
beauty outstretched between my fingertips
toes pointed toward the sky
and if I’m careful,
I might just touch a falling star.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Just beautiful. Couldn’t resist myself from pressing the like button.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Poetry Channel says:

    Beautiful piece, Sumyanna

    Like

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much. Really appreciate it.

      Liked by 1 person

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