Walking At Dusk Poem by Andrew James
Walking At Dusk
the moon peels back each
in tremulous cadence
her outer raiment
…the darkening orb of earth
waxing she eases
bathing walled sentinels in iridescence
…gabled shadows hint the marvel of her sex
ah love! like Selene we walk the silent course
hiding ourselves in twilights calliope
where night unveils earth
and we in our layers
we remain untaut, unbound
roaming the dreams locked away by Helios' terse ride
You truly see the most natrual of things in a completely diffrent light. Things others take for granted you raise to the sky (two ways of reading that) and describe in the most beautiful of ways. You have a poet's eyes. Thank you for sharing Love Agnes
you've have such a nice way of discibing the moon its almost as if she was a goddess i love it. love, Angel
I've never thought of the moon like that before! You've brought new beauty to an already beautiful subject here, Andrew. Enjoyable. Love, Fran xx
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12/4/2024 3:43:45 AM # 1.0.0
I love the moon.... and I love your poem too! Your eloquent offering was indeed poetry far beyond the realms I could write... Just gorgeous. HG: -) xx