Moonstone eyes
Onyx and wise
Neon in face
Dipped in grace
Aesthetic halo
Yellow gold soul
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
A glorious glow
reminiscent of moonlight
Translucent in wite
bluish and shiny silver
Special gloss and smooth texture
Moonstone eyes hardened by life
Full of fight despite tears you cry
You see hate when we see faith
Your time will come be not afraid
Look inside and see destiny
Look outside and find peace
In the storms raging seas
Walk through thick and deep
Cloudy times from evil winds
Know that in time we all sin
Some lessons learned not easy to grow
Be of good faith for God is in control
Ebony soul with moonstone eyes
Onyx spirit blazing body into stardust
Ashes that are splashed into the universe
Glittering like silvery stars
Passion that paints the universe
Love joy hate pain raining down on galaxies
Inspiring new beings new worlds new creations
To touch stardust one must wonder
And abandon the old world old body
To find the new life in the deepest place space
With winged mind released by flight
Stardust will unite to create beautiful images
With purpose and grace
Are you a tear that a slighted goddess shed,
dropped to the ground from eons past
and preserved forever the sorrow
of her grieving heart?
Or is your muted glow
a ray of moonlight held captive
so that we may gaze upon it, confident
that it will not vanish when the sun shines?
Or perhaps it is not a light at all
encased in stone, but the same melody
that the sirens sang, sending sailors to madness,
until the gods saw it fit to contain
its beauty that it may no longer
bring men to the brink of lunacy.
It must be you in the ill-fated poet’s mind
when he in one of his romantic moods sang,
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
For such you are--a delight to behold,
inviting to be touched yet holding back
a mystery that enthralls.
November 8, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Moonstone on a chain, as I follow my gaze
into your soundless, opaque world,
I stroll about, peering through your milky mist,
striving to comprehend.
Inside your small body, the landscape is timeless and immense,
which makes sense,
given the beguiling round orb that is your namesake.
You were here long before I, or even mankind, existed,
and you will be here long after,
and, as the moon rules over the night, the heart's domain,
you grace the breast of one that organ beats within.
So, eternal one, don't you have some wisdom to impart?
The woman whose exquisite neck you adorn
is also like Luna,
as she waxes and wanes, and disappears,
only to appear again.
Silent gemstone that you are,
I long in vain to hear you speak to me or sing your melody,
so, that I might finally fathom your depths,
as if then I'll understand her,
and know what, perhaps I was never meant to know,
and which I must now, no longer a fervent youth, accept.
She will never be mine,
but I will always love her.
the undulating current of love
ripples through our hearts
beneath a black sky draped in a glittering mass
mingling with moon glows
painting an abundance of light, trapped in our eyes
where a talisman moonstone enters our souls
like a translucent gemstone of pearly lustre
that lifts our lifeblood of internal desire
our lips merged in a plush tendril
melting into a singular tissue
from this lover's web of emotional exuberance
and ethereal light within
that our hearts inhabit beneath this celestial sky
this blissful serene realm draws us closer
to a harmonious bond of enchantment
born from moonstone melodies and romantic grace
Alas when love has birthed itself
Under the star kisses of a lofting sky
Luminous glittering streams
From the lavender moon
Swathed in orchids bloom
Billowing upon your face
In sheaves of gilded transient light
Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes
Perfumes the air around your skin
Embraced by the moment between us
As celestial heavens play its aria
Of moonstone melodies
Across the space between us
We speak with our eyes
Of the riant moon
Laced with the kingdom of stars
Aglow with the brilliance of us
The vibes emulate the soft blue light,
that soft-shoe dances in a moonstone.
Mellow and resonant, is the vibraphone.
The heart and soul of ethereal percussion blues.
The gentle sound reverberates vibrato,
floating and wafting its mesmerizing melodies
under the hard surface of the moonstone.
Shimmering spells that echo dreams,
and deja vu resonant fantastic fantasies.
A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen
I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced
One breath and suddenly
I'm a teleported being
letting go of all faculties and senses;
A prayer on the lips searching for everlasting hope.
These precious substances of color and charm
both calm and confident, ignite the soul
and usher it to peace, love, and harmony.
Filled with Goddess energy
exuding warm tones of luminescent, ephemeral light
the hand receives what the eyes have encased
lost inside clairaudient auditory movements
Moonstone Melodies;
Yokiko reveries fill me like no other
listen to the sound they make
Angels dressed in crinoline gowns,
swooshing and spreading light
everywhere...
Lost in their chime like sound of tinkling glass
they are un-comparable,
A thousand stars of heaven could never compare
to these moonstone gems,
who seem to claim the heart bit by bit
and then, all at once.
‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’
opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow
your lustrous promise kindled
a path to peace and stability
to the moon and the back of beyond
shining darkness
radiance emerging from shadows
archetypal togetherness forged from above
a pearlescent moonstone
bestowed on our marriage
guided by an expanse of time and space
crowned with infinity
and transcendental esprit
infused by mind body and soul
lunar crescents shone waned
and waxed once again
for better worse richer poorer
in insanity and restoration
to love and to cherish ...
founded on divine intervention
heavenly bliss interspersed
by carnage and despair
blessed by the gift of recovery
it took what seemed like eternity
to understand that
not moon spoon nor
what wants to be written in stone
can be taken for granted
a moonstone
represents more than
stardust to become
or a fanciful pebble
carved by the Universe
love thoroughly vanquishes obstacles
and has inscribed miracles
into our wonderful lives
Dear manipulative muse,
I have watched you calligraph your craftsmanship into oblivion.
I must say, your concoction is a wild enterprise,
Dreaming in the darkness, you have sketched me an aura of rose
From an oasis that sings a broken lullaby,
Playing chemistry with macabre metaphors.
Such a shame…
Did the bittersweet sun in your sky teach you only black and white?
Must a woman almost always be the mosaic mind?
Spare me the brain-blistering sad songs on the 1900 radio.
Now witness! Observe!
See what it means to be the dawn of pain in familiar torment,
Time stolen and a heart far beyond broken,
Dust lost beneath the hidden October embers.
Why wait for a volatile vortex?
When your indigo moonstone stirs up like a furious faucet,
Impatiently waiting to explode into the aftermath of a war?
Are you done keeping score?
Or does your pride need to see how I can walk out that door?
You are barely a quest,
You pathetic flamingo!
So get your head out of my backyard
And bury it in a forgotten graveyard.
Your first touch awakened in me
A longing, a lotus
A love I once thought dead
You stood there and filled
My entire sky with only that sole
Moonstone look in your eyes
The one that told me I was
No longer alone on this desolate plain
And then something broke free
From the dusty shale and quartz
Shaped like a heart inside of me
As deep as a well
And as dark as the eyes of a barn owl
Unearthed from beneath the wild mustard
On this grave a graven image
Of a love I prayed for in vain
Somewhere buried beneath
The shattered asphalt of indifference
You freed that moth-winged hope
Because you touched me that deeply
Filled me that fully, that completely
How you slivered me like lightning
Resurrected me with a kiss
And then you rained.
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