Maybe the moon and the waves on the lake
will swim with us under the stars.
Oh, that I might just let go of the ache
that plagues me when wishing for more.
The woo of this Blue bids my soul to stay,
though I know it’s impossible.
The call of this wild wants my heart today –
it’s azure-stirred and indigo full.
There’s a full moon tonight; I’ll beg her glow
(like a penny tossed to the sky)
for a chance to tarry long and low
in this place where I’m lost, and alive.
I know that desert home is waiting,
but I’m still breathing blue, de-bating.
Prompted by April PAD, day 11. ..
Girl, this is incredible!!!
I love the idea that you’re baiting yourself. Really, I think we should be our own best friend, first and foremost. Then we can be good friends and have good friends.
“Oh, that I might just let go of the ache
that plagues me when wishing for more.” … I know, right?! It’s so silly. We have so much, but still, we always have that craving for … something other.
My favorite line: “The call of this wild wants my heart today” … Love that book. So I really like that the speaker in this poem could be a dog, a group of dogs, swimming together.
The title also reminds me of Jungle Book.