My poem for Rodriguez

Cold fact
A Poem by MOON

The wind in the trees are rustling
Kismet’s alchemy a magic wand
The sky meets the rising ocean
A waltz anticipating no end

For far too long no applause no roses and wine
You were the open secret seemingly lost in time

Destiny found you my darling
Karma played its visible hand
Some songs are poetry in motion
Yours was one of those my friend

C 2012 MOON