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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