Poem: Wondering Under The Crisp Blue Moon

As I gaze upon this crisp blue moon.

Under the blanket by the campfire.

My soul longs to be much higher.

Like a butterfly freed from her cocoon.

If I spread my wings and fly away.

My soul will journey to endless seas.

Opening doors with nature’s divine keys.

All will be sunny and no longer gray.

But dreaming is not always wise

Being content with the mundane is best

Even if your day is a complete mess

Since this is the reality behind our eyes.

Chad A. Damitz

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