The Moon may not be the best keeper of your secrets. The moon whispers everything it sees to the universe. Manifesting words through poetry...whispered softly as moon beams and dream dust scattered though out the heavens like the infinite stars.
Authors note: Since some of my narrative prose poems get lengthy, I am taking shorter parts out in part and tweaking to become stand alone work...This was taken from "Enchanted Wilderness" written months ago...
“ It is You ” The trap was set by the light of the silvery solstice moon
A simple blank sheet of paper and a blue ink pen .
The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,
adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases ,
fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait .
The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...
I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;
the cold touch of solitude
brings a breathtaking shiver
to my body's longing naked flesh .
Curling up in a fetal ball , like a tiny abandoned child ,
while the sandman steals away
the remains of another lonely day ...
In the silence of the stillness ,
you could hear the blood
running through my veins .
The pounding of my heartbeat is softened
while quietly drifting off into a dream ...
The first whisper broke the silence ,
as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie .
Songs sung throughout the secret places ,
safely kept out of view
Words murmured expose a hushed yearning .
An insatiable thirst that can not be quenched ...
Emotions ebb and flow within the depths
of our sensual word play .
Intertwined in the infinite beauty
of enchanting chimera delights ...
We dance speechlessly
in the starlit moon dust ,
floating freely forevermore .
Mesmerized by a romantic essence
If only this recurring dream
could tenderly touch another impassioned heart of soul ...
The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled
Twisted traces tossed and turned
This awakening flesh is trembling with the morning chill .
The body feels drained and exhausted
as if there were never a moments sleep ...
The trap was set by the light of the shining solstice moon
Thoughtfully placed to catch the secrets of the mystic midnight spell .
Now I wake to find her illusion’s memory waning Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~ In the heat of the night's chimeras passion, these three simple words were clearly scribbled on the paper trap , to remind me in blue ...
... “Breathe You in My Dreams” is the name of a song linked below performed by Trixie Whitley. This poem is taken out of that long narrative poem written about a recurring dream phase that seems to be waking me often...dreams are powerful expressions from other realms in our lives...
“Breathe You in My Dreams”
In
the silence of the inner stillness ,
you
can hear the blood
running
through my veins .
My heartbeat's throbbing rumble
turns
to a gentle whisper,
while
quietly drifting off into a dream ...
Her
first sighs broke the silence ,
as her murmured musings tiptoed
throughout the silent reverie .
Songs
sung all through her secret places ,
safely
kept out of curiosities view
Words
of desire softly moaned
exposed a hushed yearning .
An
insatiable thirst
that
can not be easily quenched ...
Emotions
ebb and flow
within
the depths of our sensual word play .
Intertwined
in the infinite allure
of her enchanting chimera delights ...
We
dance speechlessly in
the starlit moon dust
Breathless desires invigorate like the wind lifting wings
Mesmerized
by a romantic essence Floating freely forevermore .
If
only this recurring dreamworld
would tenderly touch her impassioned
heart and soul once more ...
How long before the final teardrop has fallen? Will it take an immeasurable amount of time? When will these eyes finally focus on the vision? An unfinished dream lost in a fading final light?
When will your scent become that of another? As a lost and forgotten fragrant memory subsides? When will these lips taste past traces touch? Have they become too parched from carnal denial?
Do endless raindrops ever stop falling? Marking an end to a perfect storm? Will the dark clouds part and open the heavens? Let a ray of hope, at last come shining through?
In this moment the seas are ragging Safe harbors once lost remain unfound Is “waiting here forever” idly watching the infinite seasons pass? While raindrops taste like tears without the ache?
What is the agonizing sound moaned by a breaking heart? A murmured sigh too deep for words? Will it splinter as a weeping willow struck by lightening? Or glass shattered onto the unforgiving rocky earth?
How can an aching heart keep on beating? Does the throbbing emptiness gradually trickle out? Then silently flowing as a river of tears? Like the floods of the long winter’s rain?
Breathe in ~ Breathe out …Patiently … Savor the essence of each bated breath Inhale all of the vast mysteries life’s unknown seasons unveil
How do you catch lightning in a bottle? Darkness can wilt the crimson rose ~ When you don’t know what was found Before it may have been lost …
