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amavi Jan 9
Moonchild
they call me
cause i lie awake
at night
and
talk to the
moon

Not daring
to drift
away
for my mind
scares
me

The
moon
will be my
sweet
salvation

The precious
moon
who keeps me company
when my mind
is ready
to
self
implode
and no one
can piece me
together

The
moon
will watch over me
like i
never
could
like no one
ever
would

My home
is a
crater
on the moon
where i am
shielded
from
my own
mind

They call me
moonchild
Elisabeth Oct 2018
the moon rises and soothes my heated skin
red and blistered from the sun’s brutal eyes
harsh and judging giving me no blink of a break
a gentle touch caresses and heals my peeling cheeks
staring directly into such hot eyes leaves a piercing feeling through the back of my skull and an orange glow over my pupil
the moon’s soft glow allows my eyes to open wide with wonder no fear of being blinded
warm pleasant air keeps me from freezing underneath that pretty white glow
in daylight the wind is vicious and whips me in the face hurting where I’m already burned
a whole night for me to heal
only to be blistered again
Your presence is passive
Only a few see your passion
As those who overshadow you
Always seem brighter
Your beauty shines just as much
Though differently, in the moments
When most are unaware
You are one whose mind flourishes in the dark
Or whose love gives more
After the sun has left
Through late night talks
Or late night thoughts
You are a comforting light
To those who seek it
As you stay with them in their darkness
You are the child
Of the man in the moon
Lydia May 2018
I remember the night the moon got huge and then faded to black
I spoke to you in my belly and wished for you to love the sky like I do
nav Oct 2017
It's always the same with you
You keep me up all night
Tossing and turning
Asking questions about things that don't make sense at all
It's always been this way with you
The tides of my heart
A storm in my mind
My obsession , my love , my star
My moon
Ma Cherie Oct 2016
Looking up
a glass ceiling
my heart encased
darkness hovering
pitch black
& inked
a lake of illuminated
white clouds
silently watching
a drifting ~
iridescent glow
offering
enlightenment
radiating
like a Gods hands
stretching the
stained canvas
in beautiful sadness
dreamlike landscapes
Sky & Earth merge
an acquisition
of shattered tears
through a looking glass
a ghostly shadow
breath-taking
everything clear
in mirrored skies
a face ~
ducking out

masked,
cloaked
& hidden
from
the
night.

Cherie Nolan© 2016
Truly indpired, You ever see this? I did! Last night! Amazing....
Alienpoet Sep 2016
She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.
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