Oh, Life of the Night, Your shine is waning by the shadow of Earth. Let your darkness pass down to me, Ancient moondust cover me, As I wait in patient return. You come again in red, Fiery to life, breathing in and out, With the passion of every star filled night. Embody me, I am you, Moon, Fill me up with your passionate hue, I am you, Moon. Let it run through each vein, Each beat of heart, I am reborn in fire, Risen from the shadowy ashes of yesterday.
Thank you, I really enjoyed that. Wish I could see it from here, but all is... a misty grey cloak of pearls; dew-splintered blades and rapidly filling flowery cups, of rain, set against darkness; hovering under halogen filled cloud-banks.
Beautiful! I got one too, from last November's eclipse. Eclipse Ecstasy is A bloodied moon On a cold November night Warmed by the fire I’m caught up in the moment Celestial bliss Far off suns like blazing eyes Seated in the sky While far below, deep discussion Fills the air So the silver bleeds red As these things usually do As a perfect moment Eclipses the night
Nice work, Burn. I thoroughly enjoyed that one. A very solemn plea to the moon. Do you like Sylvia Plath?
Sylvia Plath? I'm sorry, I don't think I've heard of her. If she's a poet I definitely would not know her.. I seldom read poetry, ironically. But when there's one in front of me my eyes sort of gravitate to it.
The Null Moon steadied Herself in the sky, Praised by the many stars that had held Her Thrown. Below were Her people, and they would sing a hundred tales, Dance a thousand dances, To please Her. Silence was the first, Emptiness the second, Totality the third. The fourth reminisced the Silence. One Midnight, She warned her Children, Of the Demons that would tear their souls, Lie gazing as they slept, Creep hasting as they wept, and Steal away all happiness. So it was this Day the Children would come, Three strong, the rest to follow, To fight the Shadows of a once passive darkness... A fairy tale, shunned by many. Mocked by elders, lost in their craft. They rose their bodies from the Weakness, Soon pulling up the roots of Fear. Strong they were before their humored, And soon the sky would be filled with Fire.
