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- The Lone Ship -new-
Matthew Moser Poems
Midnight Shadows (Finished)
Upon sad sands of midnights dreary light, Fell shadows that like memories blight,
The Shadows Lengthen, And In the night grow stronger, They Embody fear
The Lone Ship -new-
Around me, Endless sea, The cold biting wind, Beckons only to rend,
The Delay of Days
Sad and heavy, upon me a great wait, Blank and blurry, my eyes begin to haze,
My heart is lonely, Lost in my memories empty grasp, Holding together my still breathing lungs, As if they were locked tight together in a clasp,
Valentines day never had held something for me, But now with you my eyes are open, I can see, That this love that I am feeling this is how it's suppose to be, That you fill my dreams and complete my soul,
Crumbling, dissolving falling away, Stars, moon, blackened day,
An Angry Sea
Anger rose in my chest like a wave of despair, Holding back in my own self denial and then rushing in leaving me without air, Panic rose to hiding like a raft in the back of the scene, Worried about what might happen if the anger broke free,
The beach and the foam, like lovers press, Against each other in a moment most passionate, And like a lovers kiss begin to end and part,
Coast Guard Creed. (My Tattoo)
The Anchor and shield were their tasismans, Sons of the brine stained sword, The only creed of a sailing man, Thier Service and their Lord.
Snow White Beach
Falling gentle, Floating just out of reach, The cold air outside, Goes inside me, The smell of the salt,
In early morning light, temperatures starts to rise, On raven wings, I dreamed I could fly, Summers heat making the image wave, Over land that workers spent their life to pave.
The very will of the tide is to escape, To crash,
The rose is beauty but no one notices the leafs, Surrounded by thorns, unable to breathe, Their colors a dark emerald green, Are beautiful once seen.
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Midnight Shadows (Finished)
Upon sad sands of midnights dreary light,
Fell shadows that like memories blight,
Fade into the background of yesterdays.
For like shadows, memories fade.
Upon mountains gleaming tops
Shadows grew from the old gray rock,
And the rain errodes away,
For mountains, will like shadows, decay.
In the black bird's flight,
Shadows fall from days bright light,
Falling upon the ground,
While flying wings go round and round.
Shadows darken as night draws neigh,
Fall upon your gazing ...