#moonrise
Leaves are blowing,
free for all,
But doesn't that sound familiar?
How original.
Twist it up—
Clouds are grey
Skies are dark
Green will fade
Right place, right time
Wrong tune, but it rhymed
Like radio static
a silent magnet
Birdsong is faint
Ringing is loud
I can't seem to remember
When I last cried out
Time is merciless
The moon will rise
The sun will set
And the clouds will subside
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
the moon burns brighter
glaring at me
shying away on your name
while I shamelessly
hide in my misery
of your poisoned
pillow talks
but
the moon sees it all
even under my skin
even over my pretend
truly wondering
how I am doing
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
#*The moon, shy and demure
In her peaches and cream finery
Appears into the faint blue sky
Glides up delicate and slow
As the sky turns midnight blue
Soon she changes hue
Rises in full glory
As she goes up the charcoal sky
amongst the twinkling stars to stay
Now in a fiery orange glow*#
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
dark blue skies
indigo nights
the splatter of white
flecks of light
through tiny holes
on your muddied clothes
and freckles speckled
on skin riddled
with words to say
the transition from day
to the cloudless eve
i cling to you to breathe
as the sunlight fades
and leaves without a trace
hold on to that smile
your hands in mine
fingers merge
and intertwine
you cling to me to cry
as the sun dies
for the moon to rise.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
The evening is quiet;
If by 'quiet' one disregards the breeze blowing by --
The clicking of the cicadas on one summer night.
I look up at the inky black sky and realize
That the moon is beautiful --
in a way unlike how conventional beauty is
expected to rob us of our breaths,
to give us tunnel visions,
make us chase the ecstasy of endless nights
in drunken stupor, in drugged haze.
It is not hot-blooded and obsessive and oppressive,
but quite the opposite;
Cold and detached, with a balanced air
of elegance and arrogance that which
only ethereal beings can achieve.
In the back of my mind, I've always known.
I've always felt the moon's presence, heard its call,
but have taken it all for granted.
Its muted warmth, its soft light
that drags my weary bones and tired soul
to the lonely bed, to cold thin sheets,
to the four grey walls I call a home.
Would any other lover be as kind?
Would any other pair of hands be as gentle?
Would any other voice be as soft?
I don't know, nor do I wish to know.
The moon is all I've ever wanted...
...but now I fear it's too late.
What once was I thought the apex of your moonrise
was already your descent;
What else can I do but watch?
Just like celestial bodies in the sky,
we share the same horizon
but are destined to never meet.
My love is the sun, which rises
only when your moon sets.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
Blue to gold
Gold to red
Red darkens
Black.
Specks of light
One by one
Filling my
View.
Low glow east
Full moon rise
Smiling at
Me.
I smile back.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
my sweet sensation
over the moonrise
how it glistens and ignites
a gentle glow
upon my skin
across my soul
nothing to fear
unless she hides
my greatest devastation
all the sunsets and
sunrises with no
golden hour
or moon phases
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
the sun is setting.
i point my gaze to the sky
and wait for the moon.
as the moon rises,
the words in my throat do, too.
i hope you love me.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
First light,
And another long day,
Young gods slowly growing older;
Moonrise,
And the death of another day,
Old gods slowly fading back to black.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Sunset
Sunrise
Twilight and
The moonrise
They dictate
Time and sight
Without be
No more light.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC