Full Moon

What is this restlessness that disturbs my sleep?
An inner tide tugging in all directions.
I open my eyes to a light filled room, though it is not yet morning.
I rise from my bed and peek through the slats of the blinds.
My breath catches in my throat, as I behold a most spectacular sight;
A full moon winking at me through a shroud of wispy clouds.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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