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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?

I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.

Internal rhyme

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 5/27/2014 9:33:00 PM
very nicely done. I sometimes write like this. going to faves ;)
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Date: 6/25/2013 8:15:00 AM
A very powerful piece. The war within self. Your heart, the referee. And, honestly, the best way to slay a demon within, is to smile and create your own path home. Nicely done!
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Drake Eszes
Date: 6/27/2013 7:41:00 PM
I can fully relate. We just want to be read, heard, but, most importantly, understood. You're so welcome! :)
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tara jennings
Date: 6/26/2013 6:11:00 AM
What a touching comment, it means alot. I don't post much because I usually use this as a form of emotional purging and not many people ever get it, but you did. Writers have a need for people to read our words and understand, to connect through our art. Poetry is so unique to each that, well at least mine, not every one can understand the writers true intent. xoxox made my day