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I savor my moon

I savor the eyes of him, my moon
when he my hope would always be with me
I find hope to be correspondent to the moon
Her tears become the stars that croon
The silence, she hums in breeze
like life, we do know who he is at all
she scants upon the era of murkiness
where beauty leaps the secrets
Sparkling eyes dancing in silver sallow
behind sleeping slumber

Sometimes I glance my thoughts
coming in air of memories
lessening shower of past
a sea glems these emotions supple
balm that buff as like a cupid stretch wing
floats above my head again
sleeping beauty

but I wonder what is that the moon
feels when she is alone
when the moon itself lives
She can never see what beauty is
but her beauty brightens in the yore
Oh the sweet moon
hopefull her faith still blooms...


Oh, I want to be that moon

for this life won't show us the floras
that swing in the morn
nor
          the rays that only rapture itself contains!




 
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  • Paloszoo gold member
    February 18

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    This is lovely. Makes me look at the moon in a different glow. Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck. It’s an honor to have you show your work here!


  • perfectsunset gold member
    July 2, 2008

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    BEAUTIFULLY DONE! Loved this piece!!

    Thanks for entering and best of luck

  • Shifting
    June 28, 2008

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    One again you have prouced a masterpiece, its very beautiful, so lovely. Some parts are confusing where maybe the best grammer hasn't been used, but I believe that it really adds to the overall simplicity and charm of the poem.

    "Sometimes I glance my thoughts
    coming in air of memories
    lessening shower of past
    a sea glems these emotions supple
    balm that buff as like a cupid stretch wing
    floats above my head again
    sleeping beauty"

    Simply glorious! Although I think prehaps that you mean "gleams" instead of "glems". If no, my apologies, this is still so beautiful.

  • Mackintoch
    June 17, 2008

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    This is a very deep and compassionate piece. I like this piece very much. Keep up the great work and thank you for sharing