Last night I couldn't
sleep a wink at all
for
the sound of thunder
like the Gods' bowling ball
rolling on a hardwood floor
resounding on the airs
doing a number on my slumber
in the room upstairs
but
in the serenity of silence
I'll switch off the light
catch a nap
and if it's quiet tonight
hopefully
between moonbeams
be
carried away on dreams sweet dreams
moon welcomes night
tender moonbeams kiss darkness
intertwined lovers
In the depths of thoughts, where moonbeams intertwine with dreams,
Madness is super-sanity, a whirlwind of stars at dusk, full of surprises.
Normality, a pale shadow, losing its essence in the flat horizon,
Lack of imagination, a sky without clouds, losing its art.
Creativity is a dancing flame on the edge of an abyss,
A rainbow born from rains of thoughts, calling for new fantasies.
In an ocean of banality, only madness can still sing,
A siren's song that deeply vibrates in the soul, resonating eternally.
Through the labyrinths of minds, where normality is an overly trodden path,
Only madness finds ways to blue skies, where clouds have dispersed.
A universe of colors pouring from an untamed soul,
Where magic and melancholy have found their divine dance.
silvered waves glisten on choppy sea
peek-a-boo moonbeams enchant me
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The painted woods in slumber deep reside,
while moonbeams weave where secrets softly hide.
bright night's kiss unearths thirsts for trysts
unpractised lips like babbling tides test shores
Sleep sweetly on the wings of dreams,
on a fluffy pillow of white whipped cream.
Ride on sequined moonbeams,
as hand-embroidered seams.
Mom always near your bed, precious child.
Lovebeat touches emotions with pride
Through mysterious magic spell,
cradled in a bluebell.
Looking into pastimes with dreams,
Coming, clockwise rainbow schemes.
Needed joyful, graceful, dancers,
Floating paintings, awesome answers.
Pastimes, precious, moonbeam’s glow,
On glimmered, sparkling winter snow.
Nature’s glory, from heavenly hands,
Grateful living, sweet freedom’s land.
November 1, 2024 Poem 1
Moonbeams
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
Moonbeams give off light,
but mostly when moon is full.
Sometimes it's darkness.
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
stars cajole weary skies to swirl.
Like lilacs sailing through rose dreams,
cloaked in golden ashes and pearl.
Some melodies wane over time,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams,
yet, like perfumed sonnets that rhyme,
an old soul’s guitar strums sweet themes.
Tonight, springs sigh as this heart gleams~
to twirling tunes of misty air.
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
let the crooning clouds dance and flare.
Maybe it is through faded light~
hope awakes from its slumber seams,
etching horizons with quartz white,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams.
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
caught in my hair are
the moon beams from the night sky
spotlighting blondness
I fall on my moonbeam dreams
a fickle feeling told me so
ambling on this misty morning
sheep hallow the gilded ground
imaging its june
when its september
Sombreness handling this turnaround
a quest for a compromise
tasselling this handle
Black dreams surround me
wasting time imaging
iof the chosen time
It seems
in dreams
moonbeams
bring gleams
Seems in dreams we take heavenly flight
As moonbeams bring gleams to the dark night
2-25-2024
Where moonbeams dance upon the ice
on frosted lakes of arctic flow,
a peaceful calm the night suffice
where moonbeams dance.
A tatted curtain veils the show
of dappled blue white light precise
dancing across the powdered snow.
A scene so pure and simply nice
that one cannot resist the show.
My feet move freely on the bice
where moonbeams dance.
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