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She was the moon.
Fair, serene, and powerful.
He was the sun.
Luminous, warm, and strong.
Unknowingly chasing each other around the globe,
Growing weary,
Becoming hopeless,
Until an eclipse.
And the whole world stopped to watch,
as the pair met in the ebony sky.
A poem about nighttime. Poetry challenge.
L.D. 3/18/13
The quiet color gray
Is bashful and shy
Doesn't have much to say
And likes to be passed by

Lives to dance
Between colors and hues
But when given the chance
Gray can impress you.
2. A poem about a color.
I chose gray because its shy and isn't mentioned too much. But grey is vital. It provides insight we don't see. It is even spelled two different ways, the versatile little word.
L.D. 3/18/13
How gently the breeze blows
Like a feather touching bare skin
Almost as if breath
I was only out moments
Stood In the garden
No reason just to stare
Stare up at the sky
They said I'd see a comet
All I see is cloud
But oh the intoxication
The scent of the sea
Stark contrast to the storm
One day breeze
One day storm
My pillow's stained...

by all those nights
we slept


alone.
Show me the reasons I shouldn't stay.
And I'll still be there in the morning.
Promise.

Every facet of you is worthwhile.
Floating free
of worldly care
left my body
back  there
Do you reach for me
in the absence of sleep...

letting your fingers
playfully tease the cold
from empty sheets

tracing the indentation left
from another

unwelcome
yet sweetly whispered

Goodnight.

Do your eyes softly focus
not
upon the darkness
but lingering gently over the contours
of ruffled folds
filled with the ache of each new night

without me there

as I do as I always do

when I reach
for

you.
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