The Moon's Light

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    I wrote this as a sequel to Glamegancesouls's poem: The Moon. I'd like to dedicate this poem to her as it was her words that built this poem.

    The Moon's Light

    There she is

    Beauty hidden in the night

    Heart on paper

    The sky reads every word

    Gazing down upon her

    Moon light revealing her Soul  

    With a smile

    The moons gift to her

    Was making an appearance

    Bright enough to light her Dreams with Stars

    Revealing Hope and Love

    Hiding pain and regret

    The power of a Heart

    She’s certain it’s sincere  

    Wicked curtain dares to come between the two

    Moon shines extra bright

    To defeat what comes between his Light and her Heart

    The words between the two

    The glow in the night

    Poetic Dance in the wind

    As the bright yellow, orange, and red

    Of the sun

    Turns to soft and gentle

    Blue, grey and white

    As the moon returns

    Illuminating her room from the world

    A sad gloom wants to intrude

    Reflecting a loneliness

    As the birds stop chirping

    Replaced with the opera

    Of the bats

    The sun may have faded

    But the moon takes care

    To blanket her Heart with stars

    -Fin-

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    glamegancesoul commented on The Moon's Light

    10-12-2012

    I loved it! The Moon's perfect sequel indeed. You have depth :)

    TheLastCowboy

    10/14/2012

    Awesome!!! I'm glad you like it! Give me another to write, lol it was fun doing this one!!!

    lisaner commented on The Moon's Light

    09-19-2012

    Wonderful work, TLC!! Has atmosphere, a dreamlike lulling of the reader, all the while expressing such intense pain, lonliness, and love.

    TheLastCowboy

    09/19/2012

    i hope she likes it, i wrote it just for her.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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