Poem - 03 November 2013, 06:44 Moonlight Dustin Mcguirk Mountains, soft forest, moss. my fathers voice, the way he knows. The sound of you, a sea of wild ways, the touch of your hand. A peaceful night, a crescent on the rise. Moonstruck eyes. Like 0 Pin it 1 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 809 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Inner Peace Mountains Night Poetry Genre: Freestyle