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Once, against a blanket of dark eyed gazing
stars. A quarter moon was the only light
to welcome night sojourns. Silence spilled
across the darkness to whatever light dared
to perform.
.
The cresent moon of a fading month makes
me walk to the balcony and gaze alone to feel
a dream standing beside me, tasting with me
the cold air and the darkness.
.
You become a moonless night without stars
when clouds are thick spread across blackness.
I sing the song of light for you, old friend,
and weep a little, missing our up-turned profiles.
Lady A
04-06-13
9p
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Gives a total sense of being
Gives a total sense of being there...love it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Being There
Is the goal in poeting, to take the reader with ya - welcome and thanks for the comment - well sent, well received ~~Lady A~~
Lovely imagery! Lovely
Lovely imagery! Lovely subject! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Aw Shucks, Smoothie
Every now and then I have to go inside the words and lines to live with the poet-people - Thanks for the fine comment, I am heart bounding moved. Yours In Writing ~~A~~