RIDING ON THE MOONRISE
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In monochromatic musings the moon rises--a deep silver ballerina, turning pirouettes with perfect form. In eternal stoic grace, she takes her place in the heavens, content to ever-reflect the light of the sun. Her moonbeams appear as runways in the starry night.
dreams ride on moonbeams
hung from that silver being
as dreams always do
The moon hangs heavy in the night,
a mirror to the mind’s quiet flight.
It pulls the tides of thought and fear,
revealing what we hide, yet hold dear.
Each crater, a memory etched in stone,
each shadow, a feeling we’ve never shown.
It listens to the whispers of our soul,
reminding us that being broken makes us whole.
When darkness clouds the conscious stream,
the moon reflects the dream unseen.
A silent therapist in silver light,
guiding the psyche through the night.....
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
A sultry maiden moon watches
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the moon whispers your name
heard so gently amongst the glittering stars
ah… sweetness of a kiss
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silvered waves glisten on choppy sea
peek-a-boo moonbeams enchant me
The Existence Plan.
The moon and sun are eternal lovers who never get to meet.
Once a century the stars align and he and she can be.
Once an eclipse eclipses the world and all the world turns dark,
The light remains with arms around the darkness,
Faithfully she sends her sparks,
Which become fires that light up the faces,
In endless places, she sends her graces,
That bring the warmth of an eternal sunshine.
The cold moonlight engulfs to shower the earth with why’s?
But even the moon cannot claim sadness.
He’s far too happy to see his Goddess,
And even if it is just for one day,
The memory will never fade.
He will forever see her face is the way to truly love,
So he tells the planet, worship her, for good,
Is all that comes from her very being.
Become all seeing and see what he see’s,
For in her he see’s a reason to be.
The Good, The Bad, The Future, The Past.
A Theory of Everything, The Existence Plan,
To meet again in a thousand years.
For love is eternal.
It is foretold.
The Moon and Sun are destined to be.
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The dew will fail to pool...
Catching Light, becoming Air.
A daytime dream. Briefly held.
Wisped away.
Like every day.
The forest of grass
received a starshower of overnight starlight
which pooled in places in the fields.
Silken hammocks. Spider-stitched.
For the briefest low-light
momentaries, as a foggéd breath might,
they seem to give me cause to think
that
they may have caught the Moonlight.
Though, in time, the sod and sun
will drink the dew
and the day’s demands will leave trodden
the patches in the paddocks.
Of silver. Of sun. Of moon. Of stars.
Of magical
pools.
I remember a moonlit kiss
you and me seeking immortal bliss
a simple Rose,
so fragrant bloom
each petal glows,
lights up the room
then veils our view,
our withered Moon
those born anew,
are withered soon
From my Hillview home beside the Ruby Gate,
I watched the blood moon rise,
its red fire spilling across the Bay of Bengal.
The sea turned into a vast mirror of flame,
the mountains stood hushed,
their green shoulders brushed by crimson light.
Karnaphuli flowed like a molten ribbon,
carrying whispers of old songs to the shore.
Not alone on the hill,
I felt the city breathing beneath me,
yet only the moon kept me company.
Its scarlet face leaned close,
as if the heavens bent toward Chittagong.
In that hour,
I was both witness and keeper of the glow.
And with my brother Shimul by my side,
We sealed the night in memory, unforgettable and wide
Lullaby Baby, good night
The Moon is right by your side
Lullaby Baby, sleep tight
And enjoy a Moonlight ride
Lullaby Baby, sweet dreams
The Stars twinkle in your eyes
Lullaby Baby, it seems
You take the Stars by surprise
I found a sun down there;
And there was a moon;
They called it that way;
Moon;
There was a sky;
Some bright spots
That shone especially in the night;
I found trees;
Trees couldn’t move;
And then there were other objects
That just like me, moved;
They had limbs
And they moved
From one spot to the other;
Moon beyond our sky so high
Out in space, yet you seem nigh
Oft I ask you if and where
New worlds like Earth spin up there
Meandering, milky, moon rays,
On the verdant hills and dales,
Oneiric imagery for a heart to swoon,
Night is the time of the bright silky moon.
09/September/2025
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