love is like swinging on a moonbeam,
and admiring the stars when in a dream
like the feeling of a beating heart
when beautiful smile meets gorgeous smile
and you know the wait was all worthwhile

You said at once that
this kind of love poetry
does not resonate
with you yet still, you see, from
a distance, I keep
imaging to kiss upon
your weary eyelids
again, for a moment, it
gives me back my loss:
my sea of tranquility,
my moonbeam of inner peace.

Trying to find my
solace in the moon of the
Fall for I lack the

lunar halo and
the velveteen, onyx shade
of yours. I wish to

be the one who at
once will make you whole, but you
are still concealing;

still hiding thyself
away behind a moonbeam
smile like a helpless

umbra does in the
sheltering embrace of the
dazzling paraselene.

moonbeam

i dared to take your hand

and slid from this dark night

a view of altitude

all is forever clear

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