It’s so hard not to let the things I say
cling together like soaked cotton wool,
and dissolve – to talk about this
without feeling my throat fill up
with moonlight on lakewater,
and roses crawling up windowpanes,
and pearls cooling on skin.
There is a part of me that does want
to walk hand in hand by Lake Lucerne –
or across a razor-white beach,
or through churches, or old libraries –
with you, holding candles against the dark.
But this is probably an invention
of a mind diseased by music,
coiling and rebounding back
against the glare of beauty
burning up the night. It is probably
not happening, not even in my head.
I have never watched graves gulping
out of the earth. The moon
casts no shadows, and its light
cannot be seen. I love you,
but I have no idea what that means.
Author notes
This is LITERALLY 'whatever spills out' - practically unedited...which may explain a lot. Title taken from the sonata's actual title (I think that's right - please correct me if not though 
)
A contest entry
- Moonlight Sonata by Mainzy.
400 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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excellent
love it when it just flows uninterrupted.
very well done.
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happy to have found this. it's very, very beautiful=)
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Well done! I really enjoyed this, beautiful wording, I like being able to see whats written, and when you wrote, "with you, holding candles against the dark" I can see to lovers clinging to each in the dark by candle light. I honestly think your piece balances on the ups and downs you hear in Moonlight Sanata. Thanks for entering the contest, and thanks for letting me read this wonderful piece!
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