Poetry Helping

The Moon And I

I love to walk on a summer night
with the moon above shining bright
with me in a sullen melancholic plight.

The night would be drab
with you out of sight
but I must cast aside
nagging thoughts out of mind
So why must i ponder over yesterday's flight
when here is the moon hunting me with its light?

By Elizabeth Acostakuntz
(c) April 1968 by Elizabeth Punsalan Acosta