Aug 2015
the very same
moon
that friends Facebook photo send
from across the other side of the world?
startled awake at 3am,
the shining path beckons,
highlights my face,
thru sliding door windows
can it be my oldest companion
has returned?
"once more, I beseech,
journey to the beach,
walk upon our water, follow me,
silver warmth, guiding lights,
to the treasures of the night skies,
I am your obedient servant,
for you have mastered me,
come, go, world over,
it's been so long
since we flew, together"
"cannot, reply, I am older,
no longer bolder,
needed here, where,
the so, so many children sleep near,
and the one I promised to outlive,
and they need me, by and by"
"but so far friend,
have I travailed and traveled,
just to be with my sweet adulator,
even tho a celestial orb,
poet, I have, as well, moon needs"
"will rise up, press my eyes to the glass,
oh moon, old friend,
when I think glory and eternity,
you are permanent pressed upon my eyesight
soon enough,
will come looking for thee,
when I need not just think of glory and eternity,
the moment when the time arrives to spend eternity with you
forever patiently walking to greet you,
on the path you provide so gloriously"
I am your moon.
patience, I ken,
eons, meaningless.
I await you.
~~~
August 27 - 28, 2015
~~~~~
a true, continuing story, see below..
moon
that friends Facebook photo send
from across the other side of the world?
startled awake at 3am,
the shining path beckons,
highlights my face,
thru sliding door windows
can it be my oldest companion
has returned?
"once more, I beseech,
journey to the beach,
walk upon our water, follow me,
silver warmth, guiding lights,
to the treasures of the night skies,
I am your obedient servant,
for you have mastered me,
come, go, world over,
it's been so long
since we flew, together"
"cannot, reply, I am older,
no longer bolder,
needed here, where,
the so, so many children sleep near,
and the one I promised to outlive,
and they need me, by and by"
"but so far friend,
have I travailed and traveled,
just to be with my sweet adulator,
even tho a celestial orb,
poet, I have, as well, moon needs"
"will rise up, press my eyes to the glass,
oh moon, old friend,
when I think glory and eternity,
you are permanent pressed upon my eyesight
soon enough,
will come looking for thee,
when I need not just think of glory and eternity,
the moment when the time arrives to spend eternity with you
forever patiently walking to greet you,
on the path you provide so gloriously"
I am your moon.
patience, I ken,
eons, meaningless.
I await you.
~~~
August 27 - 28, 2015
~~~~~
a true, continuing story, see below..
~~~
June 23rd, 2013
3:00am
A Super Love Moon Poem: If you were beside me
Two year and two months ago, the Super Moon filled the night and I wrote:
If you were beside me,
You would believe the unbelievable,
The Super Moon fills our bedroom cup with whiteness,
Light, a sky-delivered invitation to walk on the water
Upon a path illuminated that commences at the dock
If you were bestride me,
You would feel the majesty of
Our union in a new light, bathed in
Sweat and glory of nature's triumphant
Marking our bed and home, its nestled place in nature
Alas! Your potpourri of sleep noises,
The purring, the little yells, dream induced,
Signals that tho beside me, you are somewhere else.
The Super Moon, disappointed, has marked your card,
Marked it absent, but marked me, your lover~brother in arms,
Tasked, incised, upon my body, your homework assignment!
Moon:
Gaze upon his eyes when you rise,
Touched and filled with the history of your lover's
Encounter with the Man in the Moon this evening,
Study it well, memorize, these words, I have
Inscribed thereupon for you to read
When you next intimate, I will be there,
Whether in these words or his eyes,
No need to estimate my light,
It's safe, stored, so that the dawn's plight,
Vain attempts to compete the daylight,
All will fail,
For I am, you are,
the moonlight unhid, in his eyes
June 23rd, 2013
3:00am
A Super Love Moon Poem: If you were beside me
Two year and two months ago, the Super Moon filled the night and I wrote:
If you were beside me,
You would believe the unbelievable,
The Super Moon fills our bedroom cup with whiteness,
Light, a sky-delivered invitation to walk on the water
Upon a path illuminated that commences at the dock
If you were bestride me,
You would feel the majesty of
Our union in a new light, bathed in
Sweat and glory of nature's triumphant
Marking our bed and home, its nestled place in nature
Alas! Your potpourri of sleep noises,
The purring, the little yells, dream induced,
Signals that tho beside me, you are somewhere else.
The Super Moon, disappointed, has marked your card,
Marked it absent, but marked me, your lover~brother in arms,
Tasked, incised, upon my body, your homework assignment!
Moon:
Gaze upon his eyes when you rise,
Touched and filled with the history of your lover's
Encounter with the Man in the Moon this evening,
Study it well, memorize, these words, I have
Inscribed thereupon for you to read
When you next intimate, I will be there,
Whether in these words or his eyes,
No need to estimate my light,
It's safe, stored, so that the dawn's plight,
Vain attempts to compete the daylight,
All will fail,
For I am, you are,
the moonlight unhid, in his eyes
(120/M/nyc)
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