"moonfall" poems
It is hard to explain
When you work the midnight shift
You only seam to exist in nightshades
Not the warm daylight hues and tints
When sunshine becomes
Inverse in your tired mind
And days are measured by
Moonrise and moonfall
When solar heat
Is just a sweet precursor
To the night that cools you
And the sunrise signals slumber
How sweet it is
To interrupt this with
With a day
Spent awake
Surrendering to the
Splendor of the sun
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
As you fall graceful
From the moon
Like some kind of
Goddess
Al I want
Is to worship
And love you
To kiss your curves
And body as we
Make love
My blessed
Moonfall
Come and kiss me
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
A storybook written deep within the glimmering sand,
the simple message displayed in between sunshine infused ink drops.
**Drip
and
a
Drop.**
*Down
they
flopped.*
Night descends; and all is lost.
Destroying everything acquired.
The glory of the lore gone;
gone to being expired.
The moon's ink was a tad bit darker,
A different story, altogether.
**Heathens
and
Demons;**
*Down
they
go.*
Well, just until the sun rises...
And out befalls the sunshine,
white ink drops plunging down upon
the glittering grains of finely attuned glass.
The storybook saved, until the next moonfall.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
i feel alive, again, sunrise ---
this is all too strange, noon high ---
i don't want it, early eve ----
i wonder what
it would feel like
to be
alive,
moonfall.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
All the sights we'll see
at moonfall
at moonfall
hoot owl sings his symphony
at moonfall
The crickets chirp their tune
at moonfall
at moonfall
all beneath the waning moon
at moonfall
She's the heart and soul of me
at moonfall
at moonfall
watching the moon under the trees
at moonfall
We'll be again so passionately
at moonfall
at moonfall
love in the night intense and free
at moonfall
Heaven waits through it's beams
at moonfall
at moonfall
kisses deep in silky dreams
at moonfall
No doubts to have
no thoughts or calls
we'll have it now
we'll have it all
at moonfall
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
This is where I will love you,
from the waves of your storms,
and the echoing wind from the east,
they are no anchorage,
but the way you sound—
it was close to home.
Because truth is darling,
your brokenness is the place
where I am going to stay—
forget the unburning cigars
you left on my lips—
it burnt me off to the
patches of your kiss,
the swirling black holes
you have tug on my chest—
all warm with the rainfall of
chrysanthemum petals.
This is where I will love you,
no sunrises or moonfall—
it does not entangle with
star-written poetry
you took halfway,
the late-night drive
that ends with
laying down on
your chest or
the subway walks
that we ended up
chasing the moon.
darling, this is where I will love you,
from the ends of your fall,
to the last bit of your
sunsets.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC