Our destiny falls and scatters
Beneath the feet of fortitude
Fading with the light of day's absolution
Gray clouds shall rest in the corners
Of overwhelmed hearts
Beating with desire.
For tonight
The moon sheds crystal tears
The story flourished
With the scattering of stardust
Fragile as veins pulsating with dreams
She rises
Toward magnificent midnight beams
Slicing through the silence of the night
Stretching desperately
As far as each breath will take
Vanishing soul shimmers
Ache for the warmth of moon shine
She gazes lovingly
Upon the one who sleeps ...
This is a beautiful poem. I was a bit thrown off by the changes in pronouns that refer to the moon---in one stanza, "she"; in another, "it." (I think the feminine pronoun is more appropriate, personally.) But other than that minor issue, the poem itself is very impressive.
Starward