Music Box

November 4, 2008
By Victoria Jones, Harrison, TN

I hear a moon sweet melody

In the night it’s calling me

Slowly, I follow its sweet notes

Slowly I go, on a cloud I floats

Violet and pink and baby blue

As I watch, it calls them too

It’s too sweet for one to bare

In your mind it eases care

Quiet footsteps on sand of white

It is the music that plays at night

The music, it comes inside a box

Carried swiftly across the rocks

I smiled; I laughed, I sang, and danced

Listen not or be entranced

The music is sweet as summer sky

Listen now, it takes you high

It’s like sprouting wings to join the angels

Leaving Earth and all its tangles

Listen now, hear that tune

It’s the music of the moon

The author's comments:
This was a based on a dream I had a few days ago. I was rather proud of how it turned out. The music was a really beautiful, sweet tune and I wanted to capture that in this poem. I hope it got through!

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