Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 1 Issue 10 January 2004
 

 

New York City Lit by the Moon and the Stars
by Karen McCarthy


'Twas a day of surprises and a night of magic when the lights went out on the city The whole town paused to take a breath Of sweet summertime Which had been forgotten In the hurly-burly Never-ending, work-a-day life That was New York Childhood vacation memories Were suddenly recalled As folks traveled homeward Without benefit of their Electrical umbilical cord Daylight lingered And as the sun sunk into the west Out came candles And stories And dusty musical insturments Deck of cards which had been stashed away Came out And old games were played People gathered on porches The stars and the Slightly-waning full moon rose And lit the darkened city In a new way We gazed in wonder Who had really looked at the night sky Recently without electrical lights Dimming the vision? Evening stretched into a Moonlit, starry night There was skinny dipping In the pool under the night sky And then you appeared like magic On a magic-filled night We lingered long Laughing in the moonlight Talking with our lips, our Bodies, our eyes Renewing a friendship Ages deep Kindling a flame Over candle light In the city lit by The moon and the stars And passion ran deep As night slowly waned And dawn approached The lights were back When I left you Morning came early With streetlights And honking horns But the magic remained

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