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Full Moon Photo by Sharonlee
The Full Moon Calls
The Full Moon Calls To My Restless Soul
on a night when the full moon hung like a hungry eye
watching the world from its pedestal in the sky
I felt an uneasy yearning fill my restless soul...
for those idealistic youthful days
when I still believed the world could change its ways
when I tripped through life without a care
and still believe that love was a life shared...
I was fatalistically optimistic in those days
and thought the world my mine to tame
but somewhere along the way
realized I didn't know the rules of the game
and felt an inner deficiency, no philosophy could I find
that fulfilled my expectations or eased my questing mind
I did not comprehend poverty and starvation for some
and crapulous opulence for others under the same sun ...
and as the full moon called to my restless soul
I realized one certain thing-
what a rugged road life was as a whole
for you never know what each bend will bring...
the sudden detours of lost love that you traverse
often-times moving in reverse
the hard slog of the mountain road
where every step burdens your load
and just when you think you are free-wheeling
on the homeward stretch a myriad of wicked curves
are sent to bedevil your way
until you are lost by the end of the day...
and when the midnight moon rocks the tides
in a hypnotic ebb and flow
I ponder my life-questions and the things I still don't know
and when the full moon calls to my restless soul
I long to know and do more, before I grow too old;