When the fullest of the moons shine so
brightly is trully when I look up and wonder
how many moons have been and gone
How many have taken me to an island
of intoxication with aromas of the enchanted
flowers that seemed to tranqilize my mind
with the memory that has taken my soul hostage
Life is given to us with no guraentee, it has gifted
us with many decions in life to make, some will
not always be the the best interest, however
none the less, we decided them at a time
when it seemed so right
But never did it say when the moon shines
so brightly can you not want to recapture
a stolen moon beam........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-moon-beam/
