The wind laughs softly
The full moon with the stars
In the sky,
As I lie near the fountain
Gazing at the
Of the nature.
It's the charm of the moon
Opens so many thoughts
Looks like a beautiful
Dancing with the troop of
The professional stars.
Twisting carelessly with the
Elegance of a swan
Through the lilac beauty
Of the spring time.
The sky seems a bandanna.
A dewy freshness
Fills my heart and soul.
How beautiful is the night,
I captivated, enchanted.
ben reine ny hoie.
"ben reine ny hoie" means.....Queen of the night.
The language of the Isle of Man.
The moon and the moon poetry
in general seems to dispel the
human centredness that we all
Thank you for reading.
Copyright © Dev Dutta
I have died to see my life grow from this dark holes of endless torture, nothing is here to
stay, I do not want the nights to fall upon dead eyes, sober the ecstasy the devil put on your lips, behold the end with embraced cold, this night will kill us all, fear the dead for been the ones to judge tonight, the clouds walk straight to grave, the moon shines bright in red, the sun dances under endless fire, we the child's have failed to acknowledge wrong, we have fought the war by ourselves, we don't feel the sun warm our face at morning shine by our behaviors, we don’t die for free, either vane, fear this hell to rise upon your shoulders, I fear the end with shattered dreams of desperation, cant scream either punch, walls are too strong, sweat blinds my eyes, sweat cleans my filthy soul, take down the moon tonight dear, I shall pay you with my blood, devils stealing souls, we cant sleep to lose it all, loosing my eyes to see beyond the horizon burning, the smoke makes the day die fast, I don’t want to live if all I feel is pain, either do many, my name is not of importance, but the feeling is the one to make the night, dancing upon the chest of the earth, tonight we shine with the moon dressed in red, tomorrow we rule the sky, for yesterday we ruled the grounds, underworlds are dying to see me arrive, I am welcome to this dinner, deals are broken tonight, we have sold what we don’t have to give the better plan, oh green threes, they still live inside a cruel dead state end, bring me the horizon, bring me the hells, that I know this will decay, that I know this will perish, oh my heart will stop the night of the red dance... Prayers are heard yester night, the song is loud, making the clouds tremble and dance, darken eyes, you see the sky full of darken eyes, you lay at night to line the clouds and you make pitiful devils out of the big galaxy above you, this is not the end, I am the man who writes down your prayers, who writes down each tear numbered by deceitful plague, bring my eyes to see the skies, please break me free from this night, from this cell, cold and chained, far away, we keep on trying, breaking the trust of our friends, no one will save us now, is not now, I don't need the time, I am dead to you and I refuse to be your slave, engrave my eyes in this decayed kingdom of fallen messiah’s, please give me time to fear your wrath, please give me the signs of victory, I want and need to know how much you feel for me, I feed you with my blood, now repay
Copyright © Derek Ortiz
I've found through the intrepid individuality of reality of life's lesson and Under-
standing the maker of the moon and star's. That the creator, the maker of the
tree's in the parks, mankind and all-minds, all maintaining of drama and percep-
tion. A journey of a thousand directions of heartless rejection's will never mater
alize had the first step never comprimise! Comprimising to reinvent the word of
the maker of the moon and star's.
O'How I wonder were you are. "Twinkle-twinkle star so high could tonight just
for me?" would you, could you shine so bright that other's could see just for me,
the maker of the wind and the sea. "A Journey to the Promise Land, fill to the manna,
fill to the brim to Understand". That on this journey the maker of tall, short, skinny or
blind, the maker that cause rain to erase the individuality of reality. The nature of sin
flow's through the land of all grain in the sand. (Do you Understand) The maker of the left
hand and the right, just for me(?) would you, could you promise me that there's sim-
plicity that my wild oats shall see. Maker of the moon and star's, "way back-way back
when you first told Moses". The voices of bondage shall you lead, unto a Promise Land
of Milk & Honey flowing with reality, flowing not for the eye's to see, but to talk about
the neccessity of history. Way back when. O"How you prove beyond all degree, the
truth of who is powerful, who is the maker of the wind & sea. "Get Understanding".
(The maker of knowledge and the air we breeze).
Copyright © John Streeter
Side by side we shall swim our sea of dreams,
float the waves and their caressing kisses.
Walk the stars holding hands, tip toe stardust
as it falls, answer the echo of beating hearts.
And in the land where rainbows span, the
souls wish shall be sated by that gift of
eternity. The foreverness of you is my life's
desire, as your fragrance fills the boundaries
of my senses. For I was smitten by that first
touch, when eyes said and meant so much,
when this heart fell to its knees and I found
loves finest hour. When paradise could not
comprehend nor heaven compare to that
pleasure that filled this heart. Forever let
these lips taste of you, forever be the
morning view and sunsets fall, my warming
sun and calling moon.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman
The moon dripped like wax through
the canopy of the pines, light and
shadow were scattered across the
ground like playing cards.
The air was still, the scent of danger
there but difficult to locate, yet the
nostrils still twitched in mistrust.
In knowing that this is their time,
time to forage, snout and graze this
fertile floor, it is also realized that
this is the hour of the hunter, he
who walks with feet shod in death.
In the absence of scent sound is the
ally the startled bird a friend and the
passing cloud a closet in which to
Cloven feet tread the fern, in this
tranquillity all is fostering, caring,
the procedure of life has no pace
but always achieves its aim, natural
progression achieved by time and
adaptation, little gained by the ever
presence of man, more so the rigid
adaptability to the elements given.
Yes I walk the forest at night, not
with rifle or bow, but with my dogs,
dreams and respect.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman
Plant Earth, full of crystal clear waters
Blue as far as the sky can see
Land masses to hold intriguing life forms
Not knowing of its true power
Maybe its just innocence or ignorance
Greens poke their heads out of the ground to say 'hello'
Your not alone
Look up and you'll see the sun (king)
The suns been worshipped and feared
A super powerful light source
But don't get to near or it'll burn you for life
The sun was bullied by all the other planets
When it was just a star starting out
Got ostracized for being a nosense
(To big and to damn bright)
None of the other planets wanted it around
Until Earth shook hands and exchanged conversation
Meteorites are just gossips
Flying to each destination on a full tank of gas
Not caring who it hits
Shooting stars are the ballerinas of the universe
They give off a mysterious flare
Make a wish and it'll come true
Just keep that image in your mind
The moon wanted to quit years ago
Felt that it had no purpose
Just a grey boulder that gets in the way
Copyright © Miya Fontaine
In a burst of color and animal choruses
Sovereign sun heralds in a golden morning –
The air was delicate with the perfume of cherry blossom
Blown in from the hem of pink rows that lined the
driveway on Grandpa’s farm
I looked across at hay stacked verdant hills that were
Tossed with yellow daffodils, purple crocus and white snowdrops
They danced to the baton of the breeze and the
Hidden orchestra of lilting bird song of that fragrant spring morn
Grandma sang to me her songs of childhood
As we walked arm in arm amongst beds of fragrant roses
and budding fruit trees that whispered promises of full baskets
that would soon be heavy laden with the Summer fruits, preserves,
Pies and jam of a bountiful harvest, a few months from now
Summer came rich with its harvest, merry hearts
and long hazy, lazy summer days and nights scented
with wisteria, frogs and cicada, chirping and croaking
their melodious summer anthem of ‘All is well with the world’
as we toasted to our full and wonderful life
Autumn brought in a more somber note and amber tones
though warm and restful, they soon told me - life is changing again
time quickly moves on - it prepared me for the winter and
the chill mirrored in the face of the full moon as it lit a silvery path
to my next season’s change
The cherry trees glowed white against the dark night sky like iridescent bones along
the snow covered driveway - they waved their bony fingers goodbye
as I crunched solemnly down the long white corridor with slow steps and a heavy heart that was beating to the mournful dirge of hoot owls and creaking limbs – I blinked back tears under that star kissed sky and full moon that lit my path
The moon reminded me- each season has its bounty that I can treasure -I held those memories close to my well seasoned but thankful heart.
Brenda V Northeast
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast
As I look up at the sky I see the moon is high
I feel the wolf deep inside he is trying to come alive
As the pain begins to start It feels as through I am being ripped apart
My joints start to bend and break
Soon the wolf will be fully awake.....
Copyright © Tiffany Flowers
Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!
“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!
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Copyright © Samar Saleh
There is an old saying....
keep your friends near, but keep your enemies even closer...
This is a poem about a very smart Chick...
Who was very resourceful and very slick...
Rumor had it there was a Wolf, and he had a way...
Of taking advantage of everyone on any given day...
He had terrorized the neighborhood for the very last time...
They had a town meeting , and all agreed...
That the only choice was a dastardly deed...
Chick volunteered to take on the challenge...
And majority stated, he had to explunge...
“I’d love to have you over for dinner on Friday “ said Chick...
To which Wolf stated quite arrogantly, but quick...
It would be my pleasure...see you at eight...
There was a beautiful shining Harvest Moon, when Wolf arrived at the gate...
Come sit in my hot tub, said Chick turning on some tunes...
Dinner should be ready very soon...
The water is hot , said the Wolf...
Ahh , but your body will feel so much better...
Just relax and drink this wine, dinner will have much more flavor...
Hours went by...then the doorbell rang...
It was the Pigs, from town known as the “ gang “...
Quick grab a chair and please be aware ...
That I have slaved all day for this affair...
One which will change your perception of me...
I might be a Chick, but as you will see...
I have accepted the challenge, and done my best...
So do me a favor and please honor my request ...
Use your best table manners, and please do not squeal...
And for everyone’s sake, try not to “ Wolf “ down this meal...
Copyright © kj force
Tamera liked to run in the cold, on a whim she stopped by Woolworth and bought a package
of hot tamale candies to eat after her run. She loved having a reward for everything.
Wearing her golden sweatpants Tamera decided to run laps, which she loved to do on the
track alone late at night as the moon tipped his head and winked at her. She started this
shortly after her divorce. It was cathartic for her to watch her warm breath rise in the cold
air. Running in the winter made her feel alive to be so cold, to run and beat the elements.
She loved the feel of the wind in her hair as she ran.
She didn’t notice the man that joined her, until he passed her. She hadn’t seen him before.
He had a Florida Gators jersey, orange sweat pants and a blue ski hat on. She liked his
strides, they seemed fluid. She had only been running a few years herself. It was a hobby
that she enjoyed. Having company on the track felt good, normally she had the track all to
herself. She usually left after running three miles. Tonight she felt like running more laps
than usual. She kept running. Her new friend kept running too. Tamera was always
competitive. Who knew maybe she could outrun him.
She found her rhythm and felt the adrenaline rush of the endorphins finally kick in. That's
what she like about jogging, the endorphines. It felt freaking out of this world!
Her heart was beating fast, her breathing was steady. Her strides were growing wider and
longer. It felt so good to Tamera to be alive and one with the track. She almost felt like
she was flying over the Grand Canyon.
She kept running and running, until she could hardly feel her legs. They felt numb, she heard
the crowd as they cheered for her. She saw every handsome man that she had ever known
standing on the sidelines naked as they were cheering for her. She smiled at them as she
passed them by like a blur, for she was so fast. She imagined her ex-husband lying on the
ground rolling around in sheer pain as she ran all over him to win the race. She saw herself
jumping over the highest hurdles with the grace of an agile deer. She was in her runner’s
After a while, she noticed she had the track all to herself once again and her handsome
gentleman, Mr. Moon had also moved along. When she checked her mileage counter, Tamera
had run eleven miles. It was a great run, the best she had ever had. It was a great night to
Copyright © Marie Harrison
I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end
I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me
Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep
For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell
We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love
The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit
You are my love, my heart’s best friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"
Copyright © anne p. murray
Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars
Sometimes we are so busy in our life with some unimportant things that we forget to give enough attention to our core and to the most important person for us.
The moon will never disappear while we counting the number of stars, and it will still remain more important than the star for our existence.
So moon represent those we dearly love and beloved, because we can always count on them when we need any support.
Deep in their heart, they will always be there for us in our daily life or whenever we have problem.
Therefore it is very important for them to be always involve in our life as a bridge between the stars and moon.
Received attention from others or give it back to them is a privileged in a relationship and it can give good feeling, so do not let the most important people in our life to suffer.
It may give a wrong impression which can cause jealousy or attention came out from deficiency and that brings us into trouble.
Because there may be disagreements come from the wrong flow and causing an unpleasant situation with mixed feeling.
That would turn our entire standard of living to be unbalanced which can give a different meaning for our life and we do not feel at ease.
If we really can think good about it and read into other’s people mind then we should have absolutely taken into account with it.
Because we ourselves were probably also not accepted it so we have to try avoid bad things from being happened.
But things done is done, just let go but take it as a good lesson for next time.
As the proverb say “Don’t lose the moon while counting the stars”.
I wish you a healthy life.
Author Jan Jansen
Copyright © Jan Jansen
The moon, a golden doubloon buried in the midnight sky, amongst a billion diamond
speckles, shimmers in the warm summer night’s air, as it slowly climbs to its zenith. The
lake reflects the scene back a thousands times on a thousand different ripples as oars
silently part the dark waters leaving star trails in their wake. In the small boat a girl lies
on the bottom, her long dark tresses hidden beneath a dark woolen cloak. Her sparkling
green eyes squeezed closed tight. Her full lips hold no emotion in them only lay still,
betraying nothing. Her delicate hands clasped behind her back bound there by a coarse
rope which winds its way around her small soft breasts and makes its way down to her
bare tender feet, trussing her up as neatly as a pig on its way to market. Yet there is no
fear in her eyes. No tears running down her smooth pale cheeks. No breath quickening in
her chest. Yet when she opens her bright green eyes, out emits what can only be called
faith and hope, like sunbeams through holes in the clouds, as if she knows someone is
waiting for her just on the other side of this moment, waiting to rescue her from a peril
she knows not what. Yet no one does. She is now laying on a cold gray beach. The girl
turns away. Not caring about the pain that tears through her hands and feet. Tears run
down her cheeks in torrents. Her body convulses silently. And there in the first of the
morning light, lying on the pale white sand, she fills utterly alone for the first time in her
life. And as the waves crash on the shore, the suns rays burst forth filling the world, she
lets herself go. Her hair is plastered to her face, she doesn’t notice. Someone has undone
her bound legs. She didn’t even feel it. Slowly a strong calloused hand pulls her to her
feet. She lets it. Empty now she lets them gently push her along a narrow trail that leads
farther away from the place that use to be her home. She sags to the ground. Let them
kill her. She would welcome it. She would beg for it if she could only find her voice, but
she lost that when she lost her heart. Her heart, somewhere back on the sands, at the
edge of the lake. Somewhere where the waves are crashing down on top of it, crushing it,
slowly dragging it out to a dark watery grave, where it wont have to bare the light of day
again, where it can dwell in the darkness that it so desperately wants to consume it.
Copyright © Jeremy Moore
A great man with a powerful voice – died mute-
Sold over a quarter of a million albums – died with records of debts-
Performed before millions and made them all happy- never had the chance to be happy himself-
Crown with dignity and prestige – buried with clay and dust.
Copyright © JAMES B. MORRIS JR
The moon is so high.
the moon is so low.the moon is dark.
the moon is light.the moon is blind.the moon is not.
the moon is great.the moon is whiled. the moon is with in
so look at the moon and say youll never change.
Copyright © jamie turner
Camping in a beautiful green glade on a warm June night the darkness was total,
Every place and scene on this still and thoughtful night unlocked it's essence,
Every spot has its own sentiment and each one with a rich and peculiar perfume,
The leafy scent of trees the smell of forest turf an earthy odor deep and rich.
Caught on a light breeze was the fragrant breath of sweetbrier natures perfume,
We had the delicious effusion from a clover or bean-field a lingering fragrance,
At our canvas tent we had the warm rich smell of peat on a red glowing wood fire,
A smell that tells you that it is the end of the day so just rest, talk and enjoy,
We could hear crickets that singing in the hedge surrounding the dark leafy glade,
A night thrush in an old elm that over canopies our tent, silhouetted by the moon,
There is a balmy softness in the air and the other trees stand in shadowy masses,
These shadowy masses seem to listen to the still and musing black skies above them.
Near is a soft gloom beneath umbrageous hedges, how soft, beautiful is a June night,
What can equal this pleasant feeling in this dark camp the smell of burning meths's,
The moon beams down like a celestial creature the evening stars burns with radiance,
As I lay in my sleeping bag and shut my weary old eyes this moment will last forever.
Copyright © Terry Trainor
is the rising
and setting of the sun;
the coming of day and night;
the changing of seasons;
the curvature and light
of the moon and the twinkling of stars.
If only peace could be as so;
rather than the timeless wars.
Copyright © millard lowe
The Caravel Moon with its dark grey sails on the high seas of a stormy dark blue sky
on the flickering eve of Candlemas. I watch from a light house those sweet enemies
querulously contest on the wharf of the Stade de France on a clear Parisian evening.
The man's game was won by Les Blues, yet only England of the northern hemisphere
sides have won the Rugby Union World Cup with The Kick of History in ancient 2003 AD.
Copyright © Peter Dorr
When I saw that blood red moon
I saw it once before in a dream where
I felt you near me, the angel of death, I abhor.
Never have I feared you since I knew you'd come
someday to claim my gruesome body that has flown astray.
A thousand tears and pleadings is why that moon is red;
it tis a living symbol of all the blood you've shed.
Add me NOT I ask you, for I don't plead you see,
God sent you here to take me and with him I do agree.
For I have toiled and tarried and crawled upon life's road
and all I've found is falsehood, a despair I've always known.
And now the light of heaven has finally seen my frame, beaten
worn and tired of this pathetic game.
Spare me angel of darkness and fear not my disdain,
for adore I do that you have come to end my life and pain.
Copyright © Aime Ailean
Yesterday I woke up on the Moon. It was a complete surprise. I seemed able to breathe,
although everything was dry. The light was unbearably sharp. I wished I had my
sunglasses. My dog, Zelda, was with me. She was rolling around in the dust. I started to
walk. My steps were more bounds. Zelda popped up from her bath and sailed into the air.
She gave a yelp of surprise. When she landed she went tearing off toward some hills. Earth
hung in the sky. It was big and colorful. The moon was glaring white and black. The black
areas didn’t glare, but they were cold. After an hour or so we went home and had
breakfast. When Sue woke up she asked where we walked. I told her the moon. She told
me to shut-up and she turned on the TV.
Copyright © hiram lewis
I can still see you
Stop hiding your face
How could you forget the fun night?
Your appeared in might
I loved you
You loved me back
My beautiful might
Bright and handsome
Wide and awesome
Surrounded by your star cousins
You lit the way for me
As i danced in your mightness
In your brightness
I guess those nights arent meant to last
Next time i see you, will your be half or full?
Will your love be half or full?
Copyright © njeri hunjeri
My love I know not where you be
nor if you love me verily.
I only know you like me now
for the moment, this present time
till we part ways like loving clouds
that drift apart in the wide sky.
Shall we e'er be one like the moon,
our hearts firmly together, our boon?
I hope so, for you are my dreams.
Copyright © Victor Chavez
Spring breaks river's icy grip,
rushing, waters, icebergs slip.
Upon the banks sprouts shoots of green,
bursting newborns, grasses glean.
Robin-ready, Earth comes alive,
melting waters, rushing tides.
Earth shrugs off its Winter dress,
and comes alive to wakefulness.
Breathe in, sweet the southern breeze,
finches song, swaying trees.
Cardinals red on melting white,
songbirds sing the lambs' goodnight.
Vermillion shades of roses bloom,
budding under new Pink Moon.
Milk-splashed calves dash for the fields
as velvet lips touch Springtime yield.
Copyright © Riss Ryker
Every night, we take the moon home.
Split it in half,
and tuck it away beneath our ribs
for safe keeping. I always wince,
because of bruises that never
heal but her smile kills that pain,
and when we get home
we get to dance under the same
light that led us to each other,
fashioning our love to the
ceiling above, so it’s shine
can light the only world that
matters to us anymore.
When we get home,
the rest goes dark,
and Earth’s rotation
adapts, forced to synchronize
with the steps of our feet
across the only real living room.
She says she’ll give it back
when I decide the pain is
no longer worth walks in the
shade of rain.
t e a s
ing me with
the zap of lightning’s charm.
But you see,
this burdened cage of love’s misery
is a metronome’s swing to the
beat of infinity.
And so I press play on the
heart of this, my favorite song
and once again, hold out my
hand..and wait for her to
take my pain away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley
The full moon shiniest bright inside its double ringed circle as I hoped to see the blood moon meteorologist talked about all week.
Sad to say I missed the moment so many gazed with their telescopes and cameras.
I pulled back the white sheer curtain to see the full moon shining its soft shine into my dark room.
A brown curtain is all that keeps prying eyes from peeping in the sliding glass door at midnight.
The wooded area so close behind my house hides much.
No animals roaming, vertical or upright, can see me sitting, watching TV or on my iPad late into the wee hours of the morning.
October 8 2014 sees another blood moon, but I missed it all.
Maybe the next one will grace my eyes with its beauty.
Copyright © Barbara Washington
On a clouded moon
The sky painted in dark misty blue
Heavy hearts, echoes in the dark
Chatters and wails embraces the
Now we wait, for questions in regards to
What did we do wrong?
What infact did we not do?
A harvest of tears, folded hands
A forced laughter from the back
Head on head, an inevitable collision
It was time, nobody could stop it
A bullet to the heart, a missed call
Its now a clouded moon with little light
We are lost on how the world works
Blurred is our judgement
Is it our time or its His time
We are just mere puppets
We brew in our anger , for we dont know
what happens next
Curiosity is what drives us to travel that sad
The knowledge of what happens next kills us
We want to know, but our ignorance
Forever we will remain in the dark
For the good Lord forgot to share some of
the secrets of life
So its forever a clouded moon hanging on
top of our heads.
Written by Tawona Ranganawa
Copyright © Tawona Mzila Ranganawa
Bad news eclipses sun
Like the moon orbits your face
As we grow together, rooted
This garden displays variety, its fruits
So don’t overrun simply because you can
Robbing future diversity defrauds us all
And you don’t have to love me – no
Just accept mine as encompassing
To protect from blinding madness
Copyright © Patricia L Graham
I think he’s possessed by the moon- all rock and darkness.
I can’t be certain, his eyes rarely show it, but in the right light-
that moment when the night has caught the fading sun,
when it's engulfed at sunset- I’m sure I can see him fully.
For that second, I see him, and I see nothing.
He’s all frosted to bone, there’s nothing behind those grey eyes.
As desolate as the moon’s surface, as void as its insides,
he is barely filled, there is nothing in there- a drained silhouette.
His face might shimmer like polished crystal but he is empty,
that iced expression just reflects; there’s madness in those
silver-white eyes; they have no substance, only shine.
And it’s in that moment that I realise that in his eyes,
I am nothing. I have no purpose to him, a flower growing
in the warmest summer that's stitched shut, unable to bloom.
The second passes and I think I'm able to bury that feeling,
but it forms again, and rises every-so-often, leeching
my mind dry, his translucence haunting me with every look.
I think I’m certain he’s owned by the moon; it’s clear,
just like the vacuum behind his eyes that continues to grow.
I’m not afraid of these emerging realisations, it’s only the edges,
the dark parts that crawl beneath the surface, refusing to be seen,
that trouble me. It’s the unborn thoughts, the premature
reflections, the developing machinations that terrify me.
I’m sure he’s empty, but sometimes I think there’s something in there,
lurking beneath the surface, waiting in its lair. What does he think,
when he doesn’t think at all? What breeds in the darkness, in that
hollow cave, that light refuses to exist in? It’s these questions that
disturb me at night, and I wonder whether I can live with the shadow-man.
Copyright © Daniel Dixon
SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR…
Night has fallen on us again
The light of the sun has faded for the stars
Against the dark sky
The moon now in its glory
Reflecting through the trees
And every picture tells a story
Depending on who sees
I gaze into infinity
Never reaching an end on the horizon
What goes around will come around
We carry the circle with us through time
Never knowing where to start or to finish
I carry on getting lost in the rhyme
Waiting for the idea to grow or diminish
I’m so in love with life
So deeply in love with you, Adrianne
Sometimes I’m lost, not knowing what to do
Because I want so much for us that up until now
I wasn’t sure we could have
But now, after fulfilling this sacrifice to each other
I know, I truly believe
Everything that seemed out of reach is now within our grasp
You; Adrianne are my strength when I’m weak
And I yours…
You are my anchor when I need stability
And I yours…
You; above all are my life and my love
And with you I can finally begin to live this dream
A dream that begins and ends with you by my side
And I by yours...
Now we can truly live, to make the most of life
The most of ourselves, for each other and our future
That on this night looks so bright and full of promise
Like the moon this night reflecting on the water
My eyes are focused on us, on our tomorrow
There is so much to live for…
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