Careful concealment, For the need for Atonement As the Moon claims the best of she- Drawing her closer to the song of the Sea Then exalted to clouds, far past the sky Skimming the tips of the Milky Way In his warm arms, forever lie She only dreams those to see that day
Inside poem lies great wisdom from the poet elders of past. The ones who utter in Shakespearian tongues. They become waves of verse dancing in readers moon shaped eyes. Insights rain upon minds to enlarge cells. Landscaped with grass green tickles reader steps in breath.
Phases rustle as if self is tree and each word is leaf. Fireworks of stanzas caresses eyes in beauteous splendor, to launch a dream And as their bodies of text echo through doorway of past where time matters little own voice whispers with gratitude and awe.
Reverence to applaud grand poem scribed by master at candlelight For their creative gifts do wrap my visions into reality.
Just thinking about the old poets thus poem was born
Even when the moon is new And absent from our vision Fear not; it is merely hidden Please don’t be misconstrued
We have phases, too— Maybe good, maybe bad— who Eventually will end when the universe decides to do so. Whether happy or sad, Your cycle will renew and you will be ****** into a better place, At the hands of fate, Towards your ultimate destiny. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.
Wherever you are, everything happens for a reason Even if right now you’re feeling defeated The phases will come and go as they please But ultimate happiness is the guarantee.
The moon has phases In and out of the same cycle Always orchestrating a reprisal Over a number of days
I have phases, too Yet they seem more like mazes, who Don’t know where they lead to. Unlike the moon, Who is settled in his ways, I bounce back and forth in this pinball machine, Forwards, backwards, sideways, Through different replays with the same ending: heartbreak.
I never know when or where they’ll start, But I’m always the one with the broken heart. The phases come and go as they please, And always end up blaming me.