"moonglow" poems
Her face is like a poem
Her heart a willow tree
Bending softly in the moonglow
Beating always for me
She’s the bell in my distance
The hearth at home
With me everywhere
Even when I’m alone
In the desert she is water
She’s the forest and the trees
Everything she is to me
Everything
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
I am tossed upon the tempest
I am tested on the tide
I have heard the ocean restless
I will by the sea abide
But I long for drier shorelines
Far from sandy bottoms deep
For a tower wrapped in rose vines
Above a sunny keep
I have played in water shallowed
I have frolicked in the spray
But while this sea to me is hallow'd
My heart draws me far away
My soul is meant for moonglow
My heart the sunny glade
But my home lies far below
Where the coral reefs are made
And never shall I leave it
This realm of wave and foam
For my dreams may be on land lit
But the ocean is my home
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
I've prayed high to the heavens
For you to come along
Now I've awakened in this dream
Where nothing's feeling wrong
So let your loving lips
Keep doing what they do
And we're gonna be so high
Stars surround me and you
It's warmer then the sunshine
Inside your close embrace
As I close your eyes with kisses
I see all the worlds in space
If Jupiter moons have oceans
We'll warm some chilly beach
Then take a spin by Venus
As the need between us meets
I WANNA DREAM THIS DREAM WITH YOU
WHERE I'LL HOLD YOU ALL NIGHT THROUGH
FIND ALL THE LOVE IN STORE
WHERE NONE HAVE GONE BEFORE
A PERFECT FANTASY FOR TWO
I WANNA DREAM THIS DREAM WITH YOU
We'll have to visit Mars'
Two yellow satellites
'Make romance in that moonglow
Where two moons shine so bright
We'll dance on Saturn rings
Let our slow dance melt the cold
I'll hold your celestial body
Let our chimera unfold.....
CHORUS
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
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Starlit whispers
woven through sunset auras
upon a moonglow butterfly’s wings,
enchant the horizon
in uttered silhouettes
cascading ‘neath quivering heavens
As fireflies dance
creating flickering constellations
on a canvas painted
in evergreen breeze promises
and magnolia longings,
effervescent dreamscapes beckon
I follow silently,
gazing into the soft light
of yellow Jasmine’s reflective forevers,
breathing in fragrances
of a beauty that can only bloom
within your twilight smile
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.
Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...
You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.
Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.
I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
Dark shadows circled my nest
on the ridgeline that
spooky winter night.
All I could see
was the moonglow
sifting through my misty breath,
glinting off my suppressor.
Icy winds whipped
up through the valley
to kiss my bearded face
& freeze my teardrops.
I thanked God for my pakol
and woolen fingerless gloves.
The fibers kept me warm
under the blanket of stars.
Not a cloud,
nor a single wisp
could I see against the pitch.
I had the itch to pop off a round
on a falling pebble.
But to do so,
might have meant certain death.
The area was crawling with bad guys,
insurgents looking for heads.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Through the midnight alley, he seemingly fritters
With red-lit embers and gleeful priding strides
Eyeing shadows which wretchedly, wincingly vanish
Mocking him with disdain and false pride
But confident in his wits and smiling in his head
A different scene played through his mind
“Those shackles cast, yet dreary glisten
Emboldened by tears in which all hide
Was I too once alas meand’ring servant
To boss, landlord and the like
Each day making payments on existence
With deposits of my mortal flesh
Twixt daylight, moonglow, aye, all through ether
Run ragged by both birth and death
Until I breathed by chance the misty freshness
Of life’s emboldening, wild sea
And encountered with senses anew
In a love unabashed
An untamed earth for me
Each of her breaths I savor as the tend’rest morsel
And my eyes embrace the endless expanse joyfully
For I know not where I’ll float in this ocean
And each outgoing rush carries doubt
But if I hasten my passage with fortitude and reason
The open depths of life wait for me.”
So off he goes, anxious for trials and glory
He floats on legs which he rows with his dreams
Which serve as a map to solace for those who may not falter in aspiring
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 1:28 AM UTC
You hold the short balsa match
Between your stubby pale fingers
The bitten-down nails painted black-cherry-hot-blood red.
And you tremble.
Strike it- sulfur's tangy odor permeates the air.
Your soul rattles like dead leaves
On the end of a long blight-stricken oak branch in November.
Skin, it hisses like firewood left out in the rain
And reddens like your cheeks did when your lips first touched his,
When you first saw his skin gleaming white
In the Autumn-chill moonglow.
Now it blisters, white and swollen, tender, sore.
And you feel you've accomplished something, moved forward,
But there's a faint voice
Calling to you from the back of your consciousness
Telling you you've gone down the wrong road entirely.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 6:56 AM UTC
It's sad to love beauty -
When you are
An ugly ghost.
Scaring away
the light -
And those shapes that
love to bask in it's hot rays -
(If only for a moment)
The joyous arrogance of beauty's smile
(With it's toothy grin jammed into view) -
Those supple bodies, naked and radiant,
Under the moonglow spotlight
Flirting with the lust just in the shadows
Where all paths from the light lead
When such beauty struts into it's focus
With it's naive confidence
Easily led into oblivion's shadowy trap
Where it is fed to the bottom-feeders
From the mangled shards that remain
After the first frenzy.
But I am
an ugly ghost.
At least
I am forgotten.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
her blooming figure gyrating
arcing, tilting, wilting above;
my tasting her secreting prose,
licking all the lines
that come
and go
like fallen petals hugging themselves
in moonglow spell,
lit with an aftercoil meld, blueblack waters stilled
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
I see
the moon, in its fullness
surrounded by curls of clouds
I wait
...for the frog to croak
....in the mist of early evening
i wait,
but...it seems, there's no hope
in hearing its sad song tonight
i hear,
instead, the dark roof creaking
followed by calculated footfalls
and then,
i hear soft scratching on the gate,
soft voices......seem to be calling
i rise,
to see three stray cats lazily slouched
on the sidewalk, purring, looking at me
quickly,
i see this black dog....joining the crowd
its glimmering eyes...looking...asking
and through
the moonglow, and scant light from the
lamp post...i see its nipples...all swollen
my God!
where could her puppies be? my eyes wander in
the dark midst of mango trees and banana plants
t'was fed,
along with the cats...black dog ran when its
share was brought there at the dark vacant lot
tonight,
as in past nights, time is slow as a snail,
while i.....am thinking over and over,
how i,
can bring that black dog and her puppies
to safety..........here in my own backyard
in life,
we're like horses rushing...stopped in midstream
by homeless cats, dogs, kids, old, disabled people
either
we keep running...............or, we screech
we halt...and allow them to touch our lives...
Sally
Copyright March 2, 2018
rrab
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Tonight the ceiling fan
clicks with every turn.
The bedside clock ticks
and tocks in moonglow.
I close my eyes
and one by one
the light bulbs in
the house explode.
The darkness
becomes me,
I think.
I wear it silky black,
a spider-tailored suit
imponderous as ether.
I focus on the anesthetic sound
of a future breathing inside me.
Memory folds like
an obsolete map—
a distant archipelago
of diminishing stars.
Years ago, I’m sure,
we married in a copse
blue with wild hyacinth.
Tonight the satellites
cut like diamond tips,
lugubrious orbits etching
across a bedroom window.
Dawn always blooms with
the sound of breaking glass.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
***I paused longingly
in your haunting metaphors
in phases of moonglow's perceptions
under enticing whispers of glint'd skies,
a calm filled of scorch'd shudders
& twilight's blossomed delusions
under the influence of divine cravings,
breaths of magnolia's sighs
uttered in shades of nightfall,
dreams aspiring of
scented reminisces
to soar once more***
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Gently remove our daytime skins.
Our fabrics, itching us, scratching us.
Making us uncomfortable.
Take them off. Into the hamper they go.
It's not enough.
Itches. Scratches. They persist.
More. More. Closer to birth than we've been since
that fatefulfateful day.
Come clean. Cleaner than ever before.
Down to skin and bones.
Our bare bodies.
Knobby knees. Rigid ribs. Hard hips.
Milky white skin. Pearlescent in the moonglow.
Tonight's darkness trapping our flesh.
Peel away the layers. The skin is too much.
Loosen it up. Slide the meat off our bones.
Tendons, muscles relax. Create slack, then pull back.
String by string. Gone. Everything.
The blood trickles to the floor.
Making a mess, but keeping us clean. Cleansed.
Free. Our bones hollow stone.
Our skeletons clanking, clashing.
Becoming brittle. We snap. Crack.
The scrapes and flakes amount.
The bones shaking and falling.
Together. 'Til we're all just
one big pile of dust,
waiting for the morning cleaning crew to come sweep us up.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
I told you that I missed you
as I grew nostalgic for things
that were never mine
in the first place.
Memories committing verbicide,
bringing to mind your voice
singing love songs in the moonglow,
and censoring the ugliness
of those words you really said.
I told you I missed you
because the words were festering
in my brain and filling my lungs
with air too heavy to breathe.
I told you that I missed you
because I've finally figured out
that all of your little injustices,
all of those things I should've called treason,
don't even begin to match
the chasm you left in my world
when you left.
You are missing from me
and I am a ghost without you.
I told you all of it,
déjà vu bitter on my tongue,
and I blinked as the words floated off
into the space between our lips.
Too little, too late,
you said,
*your love
is only ashes.*
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Tonight, I journey
by moonglow,
press on,
over the miles
of towering sands,
with only
your beautiful vision,
the wonderful memory
of your tender kisses
& your lavender smile,
to spur me on.
You see
my Sweet Desert Flower,
they're locked
in my mind
for eternity.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
Perhaps it's only with childs' eyes
That we could see the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Perched between the earth and sky
In that ancient, gnarly tree
There was only you and only me
And in the forest, all around,
Nothing but the nighttime sounds
The peepers peeping by the creek
A gentle breeze, so soft, so meek
The moonglow soft upon your face
Full of wonder, full of grace
The perfect end to the perfect day
Covered in dirt, horse hair and hay
I never will forget that night
Or our heaven sent delight
And I'll never forget the fireflies
On that lovely Fourth of July
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
*Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own
find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown
see there shadows of father hear his walking feet
if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat!
I hear there the lost footsteps in the wind faintly sighs
in the dark nooks imprints of years that quickly passed by
find there the ghost of dreams she and I had spun
their ashes now scattered from our memories long gone!
I see there the old me in the corner standing aloof
unaged ungrown my fossil on the roof
by the light of the fireflies he still searches me
rewrites in the moonglow long discarded poetry!
On the roof times are not dead they merely abscond
hide under the hyacinth of the night's silent pond
I find them lurking there sounds and sights of yore
for times once lived never go from us anymore!*
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
The full moon
looks down upon
the lonely hearted,
casting its glow
upon chisled-faces,
cheeks
covered
with streams
of dried tears,
fearful of the morning.
And when the warmth
of the bright star appears,
we lie hidden still,
silently waiting
for the return of night,
when moonglow carresses
us into our lost dreams
& we write of pain,
comforted,
yet again.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Moonglow reflects
on the shimmering palms
of the oasis
where I seek a respite
to wipe away this dust,
refresh my parched lips.
I have connected
the star-dots
to get back to you
& with one leg left,
I count the hours
to be held in your arms
once again,
soon.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Sometimes it was easy,
like a cake walk.
They'd sparkle green
in the moonglow,
and we'd light 'em up,
mow them down.
All the technology
in the world
could not
drown out
their screams.
That was hard.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Through lost long miles
Of mist & moonglow
In madness
& the lonely depths of faith
I offer you the ancient words
Of a song
Now rarely sung
May they dance lightly
on your satin skin
As they fall softly
From my tongue
13th may 2017
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
Come to this place.
It's as ancient
as the rolling hills,
where the moonglow
ignites
heavenly bodies,
intertwined,
making love
on another plane.
Come to this place
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
*The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
This perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its flow.
I would still remain
transfixed.
Standing in purest clarity
by my doorway.
Drowning in
the falling blossoms
of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours*
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
The heat the sun created in the day
persists indoors into the night. I cannot sleep.
The full moon reflecting the sun's rays, modifying its strength,
now shines more coolly but no less clear,
and I, sitting outside in the silence of the night,
can relax in peace.
Then I catch sight of movement in your window.
You have switched on no light, but are illuminated
by the silvery moonglow, entranced, it seems,
by the quietness, by the peace
that has been brought to the garden.
And I in turn, entranced by your stillness,
your magical calm, can only observe
as you hum your secret to the moon.
Alas, the moment is ended far too soon,
but I'll never forget that lovely, beautiful tune.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC