Gracefully, oh so gracefully, that lady
She bears her pale beauty
Flirting with the stars
At times courting Mars
Waltzing on the skies, your dance floor
Sometimes disappearing through a hidden door
With a suitor or mayhap alone
Then returning to rest on your mobile throne
Come our dear beau!
Grace our skies with thy beautiful hue
For you alone
Are our moon
by Franklynne Nathalia Cassell
As you may or may not have noticed, things have been a bit sketchy lately and I’ve been MIA. No more. I’ve finally ironed out a posting schedule. Every second and fourth Friday I’ll post a poem and every Wednesday I’ll post a review (series: tv series, book series,or movie). Thank you for your patience with me and my temporary fickleness. Hope you enjoy the poem. Tell me if the name is suitable or if I should change it, is it complete? ‘Til I blog again. Ta!