ODE TO THE GYPSY MOON

This poem was written after a bout of late night sky watching. We watched as the moon's brilliance faded into dawn where it still could be seen through the daylight sky. ODE TO THE GYPSY MOON*The moon cast it’s eyesfrom a starlit sky.black as mascaraOn a blonde*I just had to look,I could not turn away,when that old gypsy moonbid me to stay.*She unveiled her long,flowing dark hair,as her castanets clicked,through hands in mid air.*Her dress flowed around.in a long ruffled train,and even in morningshe did remain!*The song that she played,did hypnotize,as birds flew byher lovely dark eyes.*WordPlaya, Feb 2009