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Shifted by the moon

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A sliver of light appears as clouds do part
trailing its finger upon an exposed heart
beating secret words into works of art
once clutched to chest now bursting apart.

And so the words do form under the moon’s gaze,
like winds that swirl and billow in the haze.
This tender heart chases after its muse in a maze
seeking clarity even though it’s in a daze.

What madness lies then in the deepening night?
Shifted by the moon these thoughts do ignite.
cold at first but then they burn so bright
spreading like wildfire that has taken flight.

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Lighthouse

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Where’s the light that once showed me the way,
the path leading to your embrace?
The stars are gone and the moon’s asleep,
where o’ where are you my lighthouse dear?

Where’s the light that comes from deep within?
only darkness ensues, you melt with the shadows.
How can I find the door to your heart,
when you blend with the night, leaving my sight?

Where’s the light that you used to hold,
the one that draws me deeper into you?
Can it be that you’ve doused the fire that burns,
leaving me with nothing but an empty lighthouse?

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heart shaped moon

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there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
a tribute to lost lovers old and new,
reminding them of whom they loved and lost,
reasons why they now feel so alone.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
that gazes down upon tear steaked faces,
offering comfort in its gentle light,
as it shines brightly beyond the shadows of the night.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
that brings together lonely souls adrift,
fingers tracing surfaces with intimate familiarity,
until their outlines become imprinted in memory.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
touching lovers, fueling hope and desire,
stirring passion from the ashes of forgetfulness,
until fire ignites and consumes them to eternity.

-The Elusive Scribe 061913-

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Waiting

Well, it was fun being part of the NaPoWriMo experience and I would gladly do it again. I’m surprised that I was able to write poems on a daily basis. I guess I will keep at it for the rest of the year. 🙂

Here’s my final piece for this month. Enjoy!

Waiting

Waiting in silence, waiting in darkness.
The lights are turned off while the moon is full,
everything is in place except for you.
Where you are, I don’t have a clue.
Still I sit, waiting patiently for a glimpse of you.
The night deepens its hold on the sky,
and the stars have come alive,
but there is still no sign of you.
And yet here I am still waiting.
Waiting like a stone statue that watches,
never moving yet being torn apart by winds of time.
Waiting still even when the night gave way
to the day that creeps from its hiding place.
Waiting without thought
just hoping against hope.

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-The Elusive Scribe 043013-

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Behind the Starlit Skies

 

Behind the star lit skies there lies
a princess with wings crying in the night.
For she is waiting for her lover true,
who only comes when the moon is blue.
She knows he is the one for her,
but why is it taking him so long?
To come and brighten her world,
just like the way the sun does in the morning.
Her nights are all quiet and dark,
except for her star-lit lanterns that she hung
around her little cloudy castle,
to light his way back into her arms.

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