Daylight Moon Poem by Tina Mack

When I see the moon during the day,
I wonder what makes it seem so mysterious.
That something from the night eludes the way,
Somber songs to the highest peak of deliriousness.
Like morning dew which drips on my face,
I grasp the essence of the crisp cold air.

Holding tight to my heart; the thought of you I embrace,
Wondering if you noticed that day is now night.
As the humdrum slows to a lonely nowhere,
A whispering shout passes in my thought.
Like a candle burning bright and hotter than hot,
Born a rebel to society’s norm.

I resist the urge or desire to conform,
Stimulated by the rush of shock.
I look to see their faces and hear them talk,
Words of wisdom rings to my ears,
And those somber songs erase my fears.