Whispers In Moonlight

 

I didn’t want to wonder,

so I wrote you a letter,

and yet, even in the quiet autumn rain,

I knew the answers wouldn’t matter.

 

She’d ask me about fantasy,

wanted to know what was real

what matters, when might we feel

worthy of some sweet serenity.

 

Last night the sky was clear

except for the soft clouds drifting near,

a full moon a beckoning light,

until she felt the veil of her shadow.

 

I remember when I was a child,

some movie, maybe a fairy tale,

suggestive of a cloud covered moon,

there is sadness in feeling so alone.

 

I stood outside tonight in the tears

of a fall sky turning to winter,

I could feel the numbness of a frozen

state of mind, swept in an icy horizon.

 

Whispers in moonlight would always be a song

for this is a silence inside I will forever long.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda

Having Felt The Fade

In that moment,

when alone a decision

becomes only the owner

of a certain speculation,

he might respond,

she may simply sing a song.

 

For there is a melody in love

filled with passionate embrace,

the notion of knowing this

is truly a feeling undeniable

therefore less attainable

when acknowledging the fade.

 

Walk with me, listen to a story

two people wrote, together

one autumn day,

where when afterward as memory

might allow,

they later stood inside a moon.

 

Inside this our quiet response to love

A full moon speaks silent just beyond …


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

 

Sometimes, When I Cannot Think

I walk in a circle

without ever leaving my mind,

the world around me,

static,

only me wandering

inside this place,

this bit of evil

that would suggest

I will fail

no matter the energy,

the positive source of beauty,

no matter the realm of distance

between my self and my future.

 

It is a quiet torment,

the reality of certain disappointment

when coming to terms

with that simplicity

we blame upon

the human condition.

 

We are taught to understand

failure in frivolous fortune,

the sediment of our mind,

showing only the deprecating outcome

of shielded fury,

the sort of reckoning

occurs when one is faced with a fate

they might never believe

could happen in their lifetime.

 

Then we are told to live on,

get over the edge of sorrow

realize another day,

welcome a new horizon,

as we drive toward a full moon,

we are asked to forget our past.

 

Sometimes, when I am left to imagine

I cannot think beyond the tears.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

Speaking of the Moon

It was an afterthought,

driving home,

the eastern sky suddenly on fire

my mind

in the sweet form of the full moon.

 

Oh so many moons have

wandered my mind

imagining,

a sweet fantasy turns reality,

and yet left

in a silent daze of beauty.

 

The moon does such trials to the mind,

in its mystique

reminds us all we are

glancing at the same

the sensuality of nature’s evening

illumination.

 

I wanted a picture,

to send,

to remind,

a suggestion of time,

that this is the same moon,

we did, I wished, she might

find in the quiet …


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~