Sage Moon
Late the night
and silent. A
blue-white slice of
August's last quarter
moon shines clear,
and glides silently the arc
of its celestial
course, alone.
It shares, like a mirror,
only frail, reflective light.
Provoking questions
without ceding answers.
Drifting, distant, and aloof.
Ages old sage or
nocturnal jester?
Men and time
consider your
purpose and are
eternally answered
with your
face's silent
"ooooooooooooooooo."
Sage Moon
8-7-15
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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