NIGHT WATCH
your fullness provides light,
it draws me in, surrounds me;
my night watchman at the ready
a passing phase
diminishing daily, reducing your presence
until the day comes when
I look longingly to where you used to be
you are new
I know you are there
I still feel your pull on me
but I can no longer see you
I watch for your return
2011-05-03 9:30 p.m.
P. Wanken
echoes from the silence 
Lovely, Paula. Is a moon lover a lunatic? 🙂 Great that you are keeping the poetry flowing.
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Thanks, Viv! (…and LOL…) 😉
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I can feel this poem, Paula. I watch WITH you through your words.
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Wow…thanks for that, Mary.
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diminishing daily, reducing your presence
until the day comes when
I look longingly to where you used to be
LOVE this part!
~Brenda
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Thanks, Brenda…for some reason I’m drawn to “moon” poems. Loved writing this one. ~Paula
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Aye, and I’m a Moon Child, comfortable in her glow. Brilliant . . .in a lunar kind of way.
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You’re a Moon Child…no wonder we’re friends! 🙂
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New moon in May. New’s my favorite phase this time of year. Full’s over-rated.
There’s more here than moon. Great stuff.
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Thanks, Ron…for your visit, your encouragement, and your friendship! ~Paula
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First song I ever wrote was ‘Tioga Moon.’ Total moon baby, and loved the image of the night watchman. Here’s a fun post, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/05/lindy-hoppers-3ww/
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Amy ~
Thanks for stopping by…is “Tioga Moon” on your blog? I’ll have to look. Love “moon” posts and would like to read it! You may have seen this one already…but here’s another reference made to the night watchman… A Lover
~Paula
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