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Neil108 Jan 2021
Under these hushed, tranquil hours,
I bid sweet dreams to you and the night
pulsing this love through my veins.
Into oceanic dreamscapes,
I take us,
as the stars omnisciently bleed through blue skies heaven.
Your silhouette plays exhibitionist to the moon, its' light dimly casting over our sweet lullaby. 

Wrapping you in the solace of nighttime wishes,
You bathe me in a sweet sea of serenity,
our bodies swimming in harmony.
Seeing you so close, I bend ever closer, whispering,   
"sweet dreams, baby",  as my rains gingerly bleed through pink petals heaven.   

Come morning's first sweet ray of sun, we'll serenade a new ******, as I bid you a good day.
Dedicated
martin challis Apr 2015
At the end of our road
A straight road
Of dusty gravel
Well trodden in all
Our passing,
The waning eyelid moon
Rises omnisciently, anointing
a bedazzled sea;
light-scape dappling, dancing.

On this night
at rest at sleep, as
many others, we may
not attend
the ancient eye, in
perpetual orbit
slowly winking
her way to shut.



MChallis @ 2015
John Sep 2016
there is
and
then there isn't.
an ephemeral specter
that glimmers
and then sparks
in the low, yet vibrant,
glow
of the mother moon.
cycling,
repeating,
rotating omnisciently.

what was
is
and then is gone.
what is dead
is
what the living need.
why is it
that
we reject the way?
what once was
becomes
what is now.
TRILOBYTE Nov 2016
Suspended in plankton waters
Penetrating silence renders neutrality
This shell, a cloak that covers me
I sometimes wish could not be seen

A drifting vessel
I seek peace behind formations
Ominously engaging, yet silently stand.

Crashing waves roll above
The bravado of Mahlerian timpani
Perched yet unassuming
I am the unthreatened spectator
In this subaquatic symphony

Illusory projections
Inverted medusas glide past
Graceful tendrils in tendu
Ballerina specters
Synchronized in adagio and ballon

A momentary desire overwhelms
To move within their majesty
Omnisciently connected by design
But mine is a different course

A willing and solemn stride
To waters of another intention

— The End —