Sep 2011
The moon last night
with clouds for veils
dancing like a gypsy maiden;
moving cross the waters deep,
Salome never looked so fine.
with clouds for veils
dancing like a gypsy maiden;
moving cross the waters deep,
Salome never looked so fine.
I composed this one night sitting on my porch watching the moon after a bottle of red wine.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
