desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the
moon
go
by
as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest
to recognize
it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees
and
becoming
more than
one dreamed
until the last particle of
my being is seen…
and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me
a moonbeam…
Photo by stafichukanatoly, Pixabay
moon encrusted evening, walking among the fields
of daisies, birds circling in air, like thoughts
running through
veins,
fare and,
attention
made
bare
I dream of other lands, while grounded in the past,
and wish upon the birds, their beauty, at
times
misunderstood…
slowly, I crane toward the sky, their look is a
glimpse of magnificence, we all
should
take into
account, and
be proud of the beauty
throughout
the moments given, each one is sacred, bestowed
upon us with a love that is
thrilling
and
delightful, just like the pink hues look, as they
swallow my past, and take me towards
the present moment
at
last
it is
a stark
contrast…
In response to the WDYS #116 Prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; LuizClas@ Pexels
fingers trace the landscape, of a love once
beloved, just as the tree limbs speak
to me, of the dream
living inside
the breeze,
so
does
the gloom, remind me of lessons learned, from
the myriad pushes, and pulls,
orbiting around
the
suns’
moon…
it’s as if the flowers were speaking to ancient
lands, bestowing their kindness
within, of the time,
sands
as
they continue to focus on our hearts, showing us
how to conjure up love, wildly,
while allowing our
souls
to
ignite nightly…
Photo by Hans, Pixabay
the moon is always calling to me, through
the vastness of the space, in-
between
the stars and galaxies…
I rest easy in this knowing, learning more about
myself through the reflection of
the moons gentle
bestowing
kind and compassionate, sitting in the sky, just for our
eyes, like a dreamer,
disguised
in plain view, the nature of listening to the wind,
and learning from the whispers
carried on the backs
of
those we call our friends…trees, flowers, and all of nature’s
creations, call forth
a love
living at the center of the cosmos, providing protection
from the storms that enter mind, and heart
at the same time
while we sit back, breathe in, and realize that life is,
just now,
in this moment,
already in love
with
all we’ve already given…
Photo by blende12, Pixabay
the moon
speaks to me,
languages learned
through discorded earth
traveling from afar,
I quest into
the understanding shown,
close to heart, and
yet still from afar,
I’ve learnt…
…through
distances purged,
I indulge in the urge, and
request more at the moons behest,
as seeing, sees fit
to offer more,
closing the distances met
between me,
and the seas,
trees, and flowers
blooming abundantly…
realizing love
is at the center
of all things seen,
and felt in-between
the moons myriad phases,
and my truncated
belief
in this dream…for it is
in the unseen,
where life lives in this moment,
as you and I hold hands,
wish upon a star,
say goodnight to the moon,
and swoon, as delight
lights
up our hearts,
and makes space
for the love
we feel
on this
night
in full bloom…
Photo by Manjunath H P on Unsplash
I flitter
at the moon’s
presence
within my
aboded center
as
nostalgia
runs deep, like a
never-ending crater
while I sleep
and,
dream of
places far from
imagination,
yet all hiding
within
our hearts center
of creation
following
the line in the sand,
I trail behind,
and ask for a plan
and,
in the silence,
a mirror image
remerges
of you and me, glowing
brightly,
just like
the moon nightly
bright, brilliant,
and full of promises
to be given,
as we stop,
and listen
to the breeze
that glistens
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