Author Jeanne Larsen Night so long. Can't get to sleep. Bright moon blazes into bloom. In thought, I hear a call from a windblown voice. And to the empty sky, make hollow answer, yes . Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments