Pull of the Moon

Silvery waxen orb hanging in a blanket of black
solemnly watching the movement of night
so tacit, so pure, a jewel of the mind
steady reflector of lifegiving light
you beg to be touched, to be loved, to be known,
accompanying those who have no other
beacon of hope to those lost in the swallows of cold
glassy eyed prophet finding another
endarkened heart to turn to the sea
softly lapping waves play at my feet
you'll sweep me away in a dream.

You bring out the devils in us with your charms
gently singing your song of silence
mem'ries of ancients etched in your face
spectator to our beauty, our violence
so far removed, encapsulate it all;
our sorrows, our joys, the righteous, the wrong;
would it behoove you to move even closer,
to join the chaos of our throng?
But you float above endlessly
perhaps misunderstood, a target of jealousy
the pull of your depths, so soft yet so deep
to feel the full scope is naught but a fallacy.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For astral tides. Youre so awesome. Stop saying youre not a poet. dont think I did you justice, but I tried.

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ashes_twisted's picture

You Did Incredible Poof!

You captured Astral's essence so well.
Your writings never cease to amaze me.
You have an imposing hand among us dear friend.
It's so hard for me to respond to your works most of the time,
because you render me speechless, or breathless.
Spin me you do.
You should visit more often,
and twist me some more. ^.-


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

Astral_Tides's picture

Man poofs.. I am so honored

Man poofs.. I am so honored tonight by you and this.
Humbled and ecstatic.
Predictable tides have changed course, and swell when the sea is to be tame.
And justice is seen in your efforts and inspirations, which supersede exemplary words.
God bless you sir and.. thank you to the moon and back again : )

"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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