When The Moon Cries
The moon hides its eyes as it cries.
moonlight disappears with sadness.
Oh night sky why do you call to me,
do not beckon me in your stillness.
Sorrow comes amid the midnight hour,
as my eyes search the ebony skies.
The blackness over comes my senses,
the mysteries of love, now so elusive.
Everlasting love, far beyond my grasp,
seen as an illusion on the horizon.
Here in my heart, yet a distance too far,
weeping in the silence of my longing.
Oh wondrous sky, shall my destiny be,
what my eyes now see, nothingness?
The sleekness of night, so unsettling,
anticipation begets disappointment.
The tenderness of love, now feels raw,
fears of loneliness exude trepidation.
Your love strolls casually upon my heart,
oblivious to the pain that lay beneath.
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Written October 21st, 2006
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Beautiful! One could really got in touch with one's self in this poem. It tells of great and many things. The words flow easily, each one adding more to the overall image it creates. You have a wonderful talent. Please do not quit writing! I wish you the best of luck in love and life, and in the contest.
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Almost too deep.
You've got the touch sweet Sandy! I'm still falling in it's very depths..... -
Beautiful and touching.
Sandy, This poem really touched me within and held me captive for a time. The sad thoughts expressed here fit quite nicely with the melancholy backdrop as well. You've done an outstanding job exploring the depths of the emotional pain of heartsickness most of us know well... Thank you for sharing. -
LOVELY COMMENT !!!!!!!
Always a pleasure and brings a smile to read your comments. Thanks a BIG!! bunch. This was a very lovely comment. You take care over there my friend. You are always in my prayers. Sandy
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Excellent
Everlasting love, far beyond my grasp,
seen as an illusion on the horizon.
I would be happy to just find love. If it last it last.
Enjoy it while you can. Remember God wants you to be happy and so do I.
The poem is beautiful and full of insight so much talent I envy you. To the poet of poets well done Sandy -
I agree this was very celestital and mystical
and ooh made me feel.
well done and thanks for sharing
Love and Light
Frozentearz -
I was drawn to this poem because of the title. I love anything celestial! Your poem is so mystical and personal. It's so lovely in a sad sort of way. I only hope I can learn to write as well as you! Good luck in your contest.
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great read
being a night owl, this caught my eye, did something for a friend of mine, we share our moon so a poem had to come of it. this one you have surrendered was moving, well done -
lovely
Wow...this is really lovely.
Very well done indeed.
I love the picture you've displayed also. It is the perfect accompanyment to your poem and thoughts.
Good luck in the contest.
Blessings! Tammy -
Simply stunning. I love this. Being a very spiritual and celestial person this poem has truly touched me the deepest. Thanks for sharing this with AP, and good luck to you in this contest. ~ Kerri
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Everlasting love, far beyond my grasp,
seen as an illusion on the horizon.
Here in my heart, yet a distance too far,
weeping in the silence of my longing.
Thats beautiful darling, wonderful write. I love the moon and all of the nights skies and they are so beautiful so of course, I was drawn to this poem. Wonderful write, really dear.
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People have looked towards the stars for answers for centuries. Why should we be any different. The stars have inspired legends, romances, wars, and the stuff dreams are made of.
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"oblivious to the pain that lay beneath" I would have to say that that is my favorite line out of the entire poem and it is a perfect ending to the poem as well. I liked the flow of this. I'm speechless. Great job. Keep up the great writing.
love always and forever, midnite rae
aka:marissa rae -
OH SO BEAUTIFUL!
Our fears and hurts do show themselves more at night when all is quiet.
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ohh wow... what a great connection. A fresh way to look at things. Great job/
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