The Dark Star's Light

The Dark Star's Light

The bare blushing trees are full of secrets

mystic owls behold at night

Their whispers enchant the silenced stars

A dark star's bright twinkles linger in plain sight

Your spirit draws me in towards you

like the moon pulls at the tide

Our currents stir in deep eddy’s swirl

tempest undercurrents cannot be denied

I can feel you close in the far distance ,

but I can’t get there from here ;

heart beset by treasured memories

only seeing where you used to be

Owls hoot wisely from the gnarled Oaks atop the knoll

a moment lamenting someone I used to know

Fingers bleed like teardrops where the thorns pricked my palms ;

couldn't stop myself from groping for the thorny rose

Arms embrace nature , listen for the esoteric sighs ,

ear pressed firmly to the furrowed bark’s silence 

There are no hidden secrets to a pounding heart ,                                 

when naked mossy branches behold the weight

the lonely  dark star's light ...

Harlon Rivers … © October 2013

Enchanting Wilderness....republished from October 2012

Moonlight moves across the shadows of love born beneath the trees.
Two shadows emerge as one...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Wandering silently

though the wilderness woods,

far and away from the potholes

of well beaten pathways

The soft breeze slowly moves

the shadows of the moonlit night

past the thorny stems of time.

Wildlife paths illuminated by starlight

adorn the alluring wooded trail

Secluded pathways foraged by natural instinct,

Ancestral prudence and intuition

Each shadow drawn willingly

into a deeper enlightening journey

As if synchronicity united hearts

learning to speak minds

The depths of daunting transparency

are rendezvous with awakening breath

Looking back at life withdrawn in discontent

Exhaling newly found freedom without regret

Lost in perpetual motion, found in heart

Separate souls illuminated by the moon

stood alone yearning for healing connection

Ardor of hope shines an inward light

as moonlight slumbers while passion blushes

The night has a thousand eyes

Shining on practical mysticism

The laughing owls of midnight

Echo illusions of  crystal clear reverie

Moved by swirling tempest breezes

showering down from high endeavors

Wisps of the sleeping sky unfurl

teardrops drunk by earth’s sod

Nocturnal Cricket’s rhythmus acoustical wings

are very quietly chirping a bashful courting song

Laughter rings out blissfully

like the joy of a heavenly child

Nature sways with gentle motion

Her leafy arms groan and moan the silent toil

She holds up the weight of the celestial light

Moonlight moves across the shadows

of love born beneath the trees.

Two shadows emerge as one

from the wilderness of sleep

Reborn as naked children

enlightened by the enchanting forest...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers