DRINKING 'N THE MOON BEAMS
With a bottle of wine I sit by the flowing willow tree
Wer’re drinking alone the moon and I
, the moon above looks down on me;
I call and lift my cup to her brightness.
Drinking in the Moon beams my companion provides for free.
What a party we to are having I say, —
But if only it was a party for three,
Then we could get drunk on the moon beams,
the way it used to be,
So I seek my solace alone
Regretting I am free
The drinking, the moon and my shadow.
Is all that’s left for me!
Nice poem Jim, flows like the wine, although its sad to drink alone, 10 Lynda xx
Hi James. A really well put together piece that flows very well. and projecting a sad drinking session. well done Regards Dave T**10** a great read cheers to you and the shadow.
Aww, such a sad poem, drinking alone with the moon beams. Beautiful but sad. A '10! ' James. Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the imagery you have used here Jim - a sad verse but showing not everything goes when relationships end, we have more than moonbeams if we look in the right place. A good piece in the reading too. 10 from me.