I don’t wish to cry
I don’t want to wash a lie
Only the moon, why
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Winter Moon
There In The Moonlight
I stood by her side, her smile
she let me look in her eyes,
there in the moonlight,
I could see her soul,
she knew I knew,
and yet she let me stay there,
holding strong her questions,
always wanting an answer
and I tried
I tried until I cried,
she was there
to wipe away my tears
there in the moonlight,
she gave me her world,
and I knew in that moment,
it would a silent night decide,
if our love were really this true
we would find our love so blue
inside the delight of a moon
I still remember her swoon.
There in the moonlight
she shares her lovely night.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda – her photo
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Winter Solstice 2019
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
In The Light Of The Moon
Tonight, the seasons change,
we begin an ascent of waking minds
the cool air of wintertime
will wane in the coming weeks
mindsets might shift
within the scope of fresh intrigue
The heat of the sun
reminds us all of our own passions
laying in naked rays of summertime
we all remember a sweeter time
now with age
just memory
fond nostalgia
takes us to a place we no longer see
except the occasional drive by sea.
Tonight, stand in the moon light
reflect upon the beauty of our time
for it is then we did once
know the wonder of sweet harmony
so it will be tonight I will wonder
in my wandering mind as I stare at the moon
will she ever know
could we ever move beyond
that which we will always know …
Would the moonlight in its delicious state
bring together soul and heart might only relate
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
Trying To Find My Way
A quiet exists, in reason, in heed,
yet such is the mental anguish of silence.
A man wants some center to love
while she is in balance with need.
He will now toward a lonely sojourn
with hope might she find some peace
along the way, a soft reminder,
a memory, an embrace, a tear.
Will we always wish upon desire more,
he holds a soft chuckle, a stoic cry,
for in a single minute the vacancy
affords our capacity a dream, a despair.
Oh, he might wish until the next moon
a spiritual conveyance of this
a thoughtful love, sweet remind
the playful nature lost in serious tone.
He would might the next day be gone
for the only sunrise might be her eyes
photo found on Pinterest
~ finding my way, a personal journey
for Zelda
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 ~
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 ~
