#moonpoetry
In the darkness of midnight,
Are they my screams or the wolf’s roar?
Looking upon the moon,
I find a glimpse of what remains.
I wonder will I ever touch that glimpse,
Or is it only
A fading memory of mine?
I enter a world of moonlight
And softly twinkling stars
Its beauty and mystery
Hold me captive.
The stars burn bright I love their light;
I wake not to reality,
But dwell in midnight’s dark instead.
Why do we always long to escape reality?
If this is what it is,
Why live a life of escapism?
Let us live the life we truly seek,
And not linger in the veil of escape.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
I sat upon the bridge’s edge
and watched the daylight fade,
waiting for you.
Then came the knowing:
you were the sun beyond my sky,
never to rise for me again.
I am the moon
luminous in the quiet night,
near yet forever apart,
meeting you only in shadow.
You chose your heavens,
and I chose mine:
yours bathed in day,
mine steeped in midnight.
My love was a lunar eclipse
rare, passing, beautiful
never meant to endure.
Time carried us onward,
and I understood at last:
you were always the sun,
and I, the moon.
We were foolish enough to believe
we could hold an eclipse forever,
forgetting
such wonders are fleeting.
So I leave these words unfinished
for some endings
are kinder that way.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
In the moon's gentle glow,
where secrets unfold,
remind me, my dear,
of the dreams we hold.
Like a moonbow's arc,
let our spirits intertwine,
My moon! My guiding star!
In your orbit I shine.
In the realm of dreams,
I'll return to you, to
reawaken the dream's tender start,
where destiny's whispers intertwine.
Then, embrace me
in the darkness's art,
till I ascend,
a moonbow's divine line.
My moon!
I'll orbit your celestial grace,
in this ethereal, moonlit haven.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 12:09 PM UTC
I heard about your obsession
the way you breathe out the sparks of life and how you wish to inhale the scent of the moon.
I heard about it all
and now---
Let's go and meet the moon in the eighth hour...
rumor has it that the stars set the night on fire and the flames are trapped in the sky.
I would love to see you smile
and living in the essence of the moonlight
---As you become a burning candle in the rain.
Come closer, a little more closer
I would love for you to hold my hand as we become an untamed possibility.
Will you hold my hand?
Let's travel far away from here
to a place where life floats
and lights breathes on the soil
Let's close our eyes
and see beyond our retina
perhaps, we might be part of the hour that guards the night.
Let's be wild about how we see life
about how we smile
about how we laugh
In fact, lets smile and laugh about it
and be happy, even.
Are you ready?
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC