Gentle moon -
guide us towards another night,
lead us foward into trees
immense, dark, scented
with delusional dreams
of lovers trysts.
Once scattered, as daisies,
now we brightly blossom
towards nights cold call.
Gentle stars -
wink secrets spilled
as you fall into nothingness,
telling the daylight
of our shadowed dreams,
whispering loudly
how we dark immortals
owe you our souls,
are in debt to your fire.
27/5/08
As I gaze to the night sky, the eloquence of your poem will be at the fore.
Beautifully written......with lovely imagery....I really enjoyed reading this Viola, Thanks for sharing with us best wishes Jon
Viola Grey, We look for adjectives or adverbs to define a noun.None can be found to describe your visionary writes! Beyond beautiful fron down under, keep them coming across that 'ocean' of time. Sharing is inspiring to a few of us, thank you...got to check out the moon tonight.
Wonderful romantic write Viola...everytime I read one of your poems I know I am in for a treat no matter what the subject...Fi 10++++
You romantic you.....It's written like a lovers dream...really good write 10
There's something mysterious and almosy 'prayer' like about this poem..... I had to read it and read it and read it..... I guess that's what good poetry does to me.... Wonderful imagery. Keep posting.
You are truly an artist that paints pictures with your wonderfully crafted words...great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those stars hold a lot of wonder