| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1730185 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Moonlight on the water, streaming across your face;
it's still and moving together, over this place. Under the night, it's not why we're here, or how, it's that we are, and are so now. Moonlight on the water, there's a shine in your eye, and it pierces my thoughts, and slices my lies. If tonight were older, then perhaps we'd see a shooting star. But since it's not, maybe we'll see a galaxy of stars. Starlight on the water, it twinkles off the pond. I've liked, loved, and lusted before, but never been so simply fond of such creature as you, full of insanity and madness. Bad there is in me, and in you there lies sadness. Starlight on the water, it shimmers like the fall of an empire and quivers like the beginning of a tragic fire. So rarely is one spellbound in such a way, that he does not move until the end of the ninetieth day. Daylight on the water, bright and cheery it seems. The birds are singing gleefully, and the air teems with sacred chirpings of crickets and belcheings of frogs. The yearning in my heart is intense, yet vague, like some queer fog. Daylight on the water, soft and crisp it looks on springy leaves; I've not lost one such as you, and until you are found, my mind only grieves. Grieves not at your abscence, but, instead, at your leaving. You left like a new moon leaves a werewolf streaking. Moonlight on the water, a lovely glow shines back. And your face is soft and pale against the bastion of the black. I don't care how I sound, I just care to let you know that love never begins, never ends; never stops, never goes. Moonlight on the water, it leaves a tear shining bright as it trickles down your ghostly face--an empty light. A light asking me to fill it with whirlpools and simple minds. It'll take more than you think, more than all the water in the Rhine. Love is eternal, they say, I say they are true. It does not fall into place, it is there before you meet and after you go. Before you pay your dues, and after you get the rebate. Love is sweet, love is justice, love is sadness. And sadness is among the moonlight.
© Copyright 2010 Keegan (UN: gankee-con at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Keegan has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |