through the dark
and settles between layers
of wispy, cumulus haze,
feebly illuminates a path
the sun has abandoned
while casting a pale, dead silent beam
downward to spy from a distance
our forbidden actions
beneath the cloak of night.
To the unsuspecting,
it is a most beautiful lie,
thinking all is secure,
that the moon watches,
but in truth
it thinks of nothing
and only waits to see
what might appear,
camouflaged and covert
in the seamless summer night
of the world below,
though should the moon
shine its eye to reveal
those with malevolent intent
and keep the balance,
what might we do
but merely enjoy its light
and with our hearts
continue to hope.
Michael Keshigian has recently been published in the Tipton Poetry Journal, Bluepepper, Young Ravens Literary Review, and Jerry Jazz Musician. His latest collections, What To Do With Intangibles, Into The Light, Dark Edges, are available through Amazon. He has been nominated 7 times for a Pushcart Prize and 3 times for Best Of The Net.
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