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Stioiu Denis Dec 2015
Like the night that flows in arrows
And the raven that flies in skies
She comes to me in a chaise
Pulled by the great white wolf

Aimee, my love, you are
the door between pleasure and pain
You fold me in shawl of lies
And stab my heart with truth

You came here like a salamander from the fire
Your siblings are **** and Nyx,
Melt in my arms like dew on leaves
Whisper and say you'll never leave


But the archer killed the raven
And wolf barks outside, in forest,
You have to go, you kiss my neck,
Send me to sleep, although
You know I'll wake up crying

Your hair is unseen in night
The eyes are tears of fire
Your skin is made from brightest stars
And you're dressed with moonrays
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
Wind-whispered lullabies
Caress your apple cheeks.
The soft glow of moonrays
Light up your cow-brown eyes.
Resting on moss-covered branches,
You listen to the symphony of life.

Dew drops dance in the light of night
To the song of the Nightingale-bird.
You watch with rapt attention
Phoebe's bright ascension
In the black-drop of a purple midnight.

Do you hear the song they sing,
My child?
Do you hear the song just for you?
Listen to the voices of a dying tongue
And be lulled into slumber
As I once was.

"Mo bee dao gui ya ya
Ve song tou song tzak tou fa
Tou fa, Le fa buun ng tzak,
Mo tzak ngai ge miu dan fa,
Miu dan fa.
*Ngai liu buun ngai ji zhun moi ga!"
My native tongue is a dying language, but still I hope to show its beauty and finesse to my one-day children.
Sameera Krishna Dec 2018
My mind has frozen a picture of you as moon light blossomed from your eyes,
In that blissful moment,
You bind me in your embrace.
I'm overwhelmed with love
as I imagined you.
Now my heart is tidel current of sea,
Graceful moonrays from your eyes
must respond to the tides of this ocean.
dilshé Jun 2021
the world is simple-
in the moonlight
my life sails smoothly,
in its daze.

                 I lay on my bed,
                 the phone in my hand
                 but the night out the window,
                 has stolen my gaze.

The hushed house is asleep
as I'm wide-eyed & awake,
menacing homework still unfinished
tomorrows problems can wait-

               for what matters in the morning,
               doesn't matter in this moment
                though the regret I feel at dawn
                  may require an atonement.

my procrastination has lead me
to the classic- stretch & yawn
I let the blanket comfort my soul
& welcome the 'moonrays' with the curtains withdrawn.
#midnight #procrastination

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