The Beauty Of The Moon Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'My heart in silence wants to speak
To the moon that I longingly seek
For I want to tell her a story
About my love and past glory

In her mute silence she will listen
To tales of love and things I'm missing
As I wrapped myself in her clouds
Covered in bright and crimson shrouds

As the wind changes course and rises
My heart is filled with warm surprises
And as I left this large ancient tree
The moon keeps shining down on me

My joy runs high as my heart swoons
From the rare beauty of the moon
Like tokens around here small or big
I'm just a piece of a broken twig.'