#moonlit
At 3 a.m.,
my mind turns into
an honest place—
high on emotions,
low on consciousness.
The sky drifts into sleep,
wrapping itself
in an enormous glittering quilt.
I meet my own self
while the whole world
is busy living in dreams.
Silver light rests upon my eyes;
every corner of the earth
bathes in the night of moonlight.
No creature sings a song—
a tranquil world
filled with gentle sounds.
The curtains by the window
dance with the breeze,
softly singing me lullabies.
As I step out of dreamland,
I find myself
curled back in a warm bed,
the bleary-eyed sun
wakes to chirping birds,
the world slowly brightens—
morning is here.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
[Dear Planet Zog]
Light lies in the skin
In the mud, in the smell of a ruin...
In the quaint moments shut wanting to open...
In a zillion children’s burnt blood decanted from tilted hospital ruins
Not in the robots that breed robots for a planet they won’t call Zog (stupid)
There’s so much we could be doing but don’t because of how we’re feeling (odd...)
Because of what this predictive text wants us writing...(off)
**** it... I’m not frightened, never have been of being
Just frozen – broken – breaking – mending – sending – back to my soul – a child and teacher’s chance to know but not neglect this
To flow... and fetch fragments of that bliss we still nurture as it glows, grips, insists...(to wake in some blue moonlit snow and project this)
[That’s all I’m not afraid to know now – but go on, skip...]
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
Is the rain falling where you are?
Can you see the bright full moon?
How far are you from me?
Miles and miles... too many to count.
Can you smell the salty sea?
Can you feel the cool night air?
Do you feel this heavy sadness,
when the rain won’t stop, like I do?
Nisan 2024|
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
Our love waltzes
And mingles with the salsa ballerinas
Sighs of moonlit waves
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
As the Glow of
the moonlight SHINES BRIGHT,
With Such a Marvelous,
and BEAUTIFUL NIGHT,
As we are walking
hand in hand,
of the surety that you
are my man!!!
As we stroll along
this quiet eve,
amazed at how dark
came so soon,
We will continue our
LOVELY NIGHT STROLL,
Like LOVE Under the
MOONLIT MOON!!!
B.R.
Date: 05/16/2023
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 9:49 PM UTC
You told me you loved me amongst the crowd of a Steelers game while we were searching for a hot dog and soda. Not the most enchanting, but perhaps I watch too many rom-coms for my own good. I think I've always just romanticized each aspect of a relationship and all the major moments based on what media told me meant the most.
Opening my eyes now, those special moments aren't always at a candlelit dinner or by a fireplace, many times they are at a cookout with your friends or the zoo with my nieces and nephews. The beauty of feeling something so deeply that you just have to say it, even if it's in front of a porta ***** at a church festival or the stoplight on your way home, that's the real love that people feel.
So when I tell you I love you while sitting on my couch on a random Monday night, know that I mean it. Know that every muscle in my body wanted to tell you because I didn't wait for candlelight or an array of stars, instead I told you in the most real way, our way.
We will still have those romantic moments on a boat under the moonlight or the fireplace of an old house, but we will also have those passionate moments where we couldn't keep our feelings in anymore and the most appropriate place just happens to be a crowded train on the way downtown and an airport bar. I love you and I'll say it anywhere.
-t.s.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:55 PM UTC
Between the two
is an eye
and the blue sky.
Still an unspoiled world
the butterfly
wings away.
The moonlit
starry sky
scrolls down the other eye!
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 3:10 PM UTC
A stormy night maybe dark
But it ends,
When the rays of sunshine
Pierce the clouds.
Dark days end with a moonlit night
When the pale moonlight
Turns sand into silver.
The starry night guides the sailors who are lost.
The bard may die
But his songs stay alive.
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
Coasting along the interstate the sun trickles down the horizon,
Bleeding into the land darkness casts its cloak on the land,
Moonlit fantasies decorate the skies as she shifts her gears to surge ahead,
Euphoria of the ride engulf her mind's eye - matching heaven's every stride,
An endless wanderer,
Lost in the journey's mayhem.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
what if after all this time
i still want to slow dance in the dark?
with trembling fingers and pinching high heels.
to feel light behind my eyelids,
knowing it doesn't come from the outside,
but from within.
purple, rolling storm clouds.
stars on hardwood floors.
so let's dance in a moonlit room, darling.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
Do you believe in fate?
Or is it just some romanticized emotion?
Do you think people are connected?
Or does love only come from devotion?
Have you ever felt sad without knowing why?
So you stare while you drive and you try not to cry
The salt water blurs out the road as it sits in my eye
Everything in me wants to let those waters cascade down my imperfect skin
Yet everything in me holds back that raging sea with the quick motion of blinking lashes
There is nothing and everything in that moment
Time is here and every emotion once felt rises to the surface
Every regret of a path not taken stares at these flooded bloodshot blue windows
They shine the brightest at these moments
Who I truly am dances and shines as it reflects my inner most being
My soul swims in the blue
Regret smiles
No tears are shed
I smile
Regret subsides
It always does
I always love
When time continues I exist
When time stops I thrive
I’m here I’m alive and somehow I survive
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
In the fabric of time exists
moonlit seas of happenstance
and rose-scented memories
sewed in with golden beads
but it seems to me that life has found a way,
to sew in worn-out frayed threads,
that have lost their silky reflection
yet you,
with your resilient skin
found a way to make
embroidered mosaics of colour
out of the dissonance between good and bad
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Winds whispering in harmonies
Moonlight bathing the skyline
Stars blanket the void of night
Everything feels quiet and serene
Eyes locked in a passionate stare
Reflecting the wild, loving hearts
Hearts whose beatings go erratic
Skins touching soft and bare
One pulls in for a kiss
A warm kiss that melts the mind
The other locks in embrace
A tight embrace that melts the heart
As kisses grow more torrid
And embraces grow ever fervent
Lovers inch closer and entwined
In mind and heart, body and soul
Under the moonlit horizon
Under heaven and starlight
Love blooms further than ever
Passion and emotion taking over
Heartbeats in overdrive
Giving in to unhinged desires
The night sky stands witness
To our fiery engagement
Sweat trickling profusely
As body and soul collide
Breaths grow heavier and deeper
As hearts and minds entwined
As my lips touch every inch
Nectar flows so sweet to drink
As my hands touch every point
Your whimpers grow louder
Your hands locked into mine
As we finally reach midnight
Thrusting deeper still
As our love blooms to the fullest
The warmth of your breath
Makes my head feel fuzzy
The curves of your hips
An alabaster masterpiece
The warmth we both shared
Deny the cold winds tonight
In your embrace I choose to stay
Under the stars and moonlight
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
sleeping softly next to me
i feel the pulsating of your heart
as i lay awake, reminiscing
the day spent together
thinking of ways to
put our love into words —
your presence keeps me safe
by the moonlit window
i couldn’t be happier.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
She was moonlit skin
wrapped in the silence of the night
with dew drops for eyes
and a soul
made of wet earth.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Another night, another period in solitude
At least, that's what I think
Everyone's asleep, counting the stars in their dreams
But the stars I count are all real
Silver mane, eyes of rubies
You seemed to have came out of a painting
And a heart not of stone, but of gold
That cared for every being I could think of
She caught me in her web, but she meant no ill will
That woman was proof kind spiders could exist
If only she could've stayed forever, with me
If only...
However, it wasn't meant to last
The battles threatened the safety of her
I promised I would protect her 'till the end of my days
Alas, it wasn't enough
A single slash, and you fell
A sobbing screech sadly cut short
Laying on the ground, you rubies fading
My loved, fading away
And now I bask in the eternal night
Writing this moonlit requiem
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
What can I tell you?
You’re so far away
I wish to shield you
From the pain
It’s ok
Even angels are allowed to fall
There’s a high road
And a morning star
Making new plans
Only gets you so far
There’s a river
There’s a stream
There’s an ocean
With water for you and me
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea
There’s a mountain high
And a valley low
Running away
Can get you in trouble
There’s a babbling brook
There’s a creek
Fresh water
With water for you and me
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea
Rivers and streams
Oceans, brooks, and creeks
Water for you
And water for me
Up mountains high
Down valleys low
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is known
Drinks for two
Moonlit tea
It’s ok
Even angels are allowed to fall
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Ask to find. Don't run and hide.
The person is not the pleasure which is in mind.
Just as fears are never lasting, ever fading fast we die.
So also should our conversations be more just than that in mind.
And yet I find...
That it is the pride of self expression, which comes most before the fall.
Perhaps our story has been recanted. And I did not share Me at all?
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Desperation for your touch
your kiss
I can never truly deserve this
in midnight moonlit bliss
we collide together in bedroom hysteria.
In fever pitched heat
tangled legs and arms in devotion
you sing like songstresses wailing
causing a commotion
love is song sung better with two
but longing is my heart for you...
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC