Come here,

Moondust. Where

did you get that smile?

Hand picked from

Saturn's rings,

or taken as alms

from some rogue 



Don't leave,

Moondust. Nightset

is newly born

and your eyes 

are for seeing

moon eclipses.

And when 


moan, such eyes

are for seeing, 

and, Moondust,

for being








Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is still my favorite all time poem :D slc

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Astral_Tides's picture

Oh my

In the moments of sliding along your words 
a part of me became separated and leapt into the constructs of our intimate slice of celestial happenings. 
Abstract magic begins with a finite speck, and ends as one as well. 
How enchanting, this whimsical onslaught.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.



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It is not often but once in a while I write a poem that touches something desperately beautiful inside. This is one of those poems for me. ~A~



tallsquirrelgirl's picture

"Come here, Moondust. Where

"Come here, Moondust. Where did you get that smile?"

wow, this could make me cry right now. Maybe I'm just in that sort of mood...breaking down at constellations. This is fantastic!

*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

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Kindred Spirits

I read it and go: "Awwwwwww" ~A~



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Lovely! ♡

Lovely! ♡

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Approached From Different Angle

Personified what was taken as samples during moon walks and turned it into an affectionate nickname. I like this one, a response equal to looking at the big-eyed cartoon mock kid paintings of the sixties. I kinda sigh when I read it And say, "Aaaaaaawwww" ~A~