A Moon Rose; a moon's prose

The Full Moon shined in metaphoric glow
walking in the darkness that we all know
caught between home
and where we roam
all alone.

Feeling the moment they jot down some words
scrabble ear blured ...mumbles 'absurd'

"Crickets sing under a full hung Moon,
give me life,
then give me a room.

Bull frogs bellow with a tenor ear
give me supper
and a good cigar.

The Moon is a flower blooming
each night above
lunacy boiled in blood

Full Moon over me light my way
cradled till morning
when comes the day."

The Poet stood looking
after sounding out their prose
at the moon over head
the night sky 'Rose'

Your words broke the night's silence
and becon'd the dogs to howelling.
causing the cats to scream
as they quickly leave
stirs the night's breeze

A man at his window was staring at the moon
he too found favor in the night glowing loom
"You Prose...
you off your meter?"
shutting the window
and out went his enlightenment.

You find compassion for his words
to know that all have a say
dogs bark
bark
barking away

They walk a little further down this dark road
stop for a moment and listened
to the lunar prose
the nights
light glows

destiny rides on the power of one's toes
walking
watching
a Moon rose