One has to be aware of the wandering moon,
sometimes still caressing near the bluish noon.
Measures of days signified by the queen of night,
bowing to deities over wide water shores to all might.
Bringing forward the blessings to the forgotten dream,
providing save passage to that purpose keen.
Beyond the ideal towards enchanted goods,
where more is meant that meet all mental foods.
In service high to touch that hermitage,
where faintest stars in still, are the majestic judge.
Signs of symbols reflecting infolded spheres,
slowly revealing agents of necessities coming to years.
Turning moon time table to the perfect fit,
intimate hands that speak the voice to submit.
The waning and waxing phase through daily mansions,
nocturnal mother and her love expansions.
To cover the eyes that blear feeble illusion,
creating integrity with firm conclusion.
Sweet echo calling from many lives with omens,
melodies that sustain the purity of emotions.
References from recorded certainties with its bliss,
pensive meditation and treasures from the dark abyss.
Categories:
infolded, light, spiritual,
Form: Ballade
Dark midnight slept alone,
then I awoke the same,
as the sad eyed moon shone
upon my naked frame,
as I reached for your impression.
But gone, you flew! and never
cared for the depression
that would come from the sever
of your soft reality,
now faded between the sheets.
Alas! but was it real before
sleep danced upon my eyes?
It seems it was of yore
when I kissed your sweet surprise,
passioned embrace infolded in sweat.
How shadows crumble and flee
between the cracks of time,
and I can nolonger see
except in the memory of mind,
the warmth of your silhoutte.
I remember your faded smile,
what's left for me to hold,
and far tomorrows in numbered pile
will turn my memories cold,
into a frozen dream of you.
But till that cold forgotten day
I'll believe it was all true,
and will continue to replay
that short love 'tween me and you
dried tears in darkened gaze.
Categories:
infolded, loneliness,
Form: I do not know?