Is it the moon? No one can tell.

A Love Poem.

The silver light of luna fell.

When I was young I always wondered why they said the Moon was made of green cheese when they talked about a blue moon and when it looked either white or yellow or orange to me… I can remember a few scary Orange Jack-O-Lantern moons when I was young in the Fall when I was out with Dad, Grandpa and a few Uncles Duck hunting… It was like a scary second Sunrise…

So close to the sea.

Careful what you wish for. It may come true under the Moon.

Here’s a haiku that I wrote about my parents. Tell me what you think please, and on a side note, this took me literally five minute to write.

A lot of people I know cant grasp the true meaning of this poem, so give me a comment of what you think it is about, and ill let you know if your right or wrong =)

A haiku/senryu about the ruler of the night sky.

The beautiful moon in the sky: A dedication to the lovely light