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Posts tagged “moon

Under the Same Moon

We’ll always have those moments,

a quiet walk,

a chilly evening,

the laughter of someone’s intrusion,

our space,

yet, in all the memories,

I’ll hold onto you and feel blessed to know,

I still can love you under

the same moon that tears at our heart.

Full Moon Blues

I looked at the moon tonight,

I wished it were described

through her eyes,

so that only I could understand,

what it is she was looking for.


I would like to imagine passion,

like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,

all of us drawn,

well especially her and me,

by the mystique of the moon.


I stayed inside then

the remainder of the night,

I knew the stars were there,

under the moon light,

we could all pretend we were

there together.


I listened to the blues,

wondered about certain energy,

hoped I might be alright,

to have this tendency,

to want to understand,

and get it.


Under the light of the moon,

Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.

Search Sweet the Skies

sundress in fog

Sharp crisp sunlight, seeks some venue,

to entertain the eye.

She, delightful seductive sensuous gait,

allowing only a glance

a wisp as a breeze shudders skin

with sweet cool brilliance,

her body moves motion, wave of desire

perhaps unaware but assure

her now she is beautiful in the wind.

Hers is our brief glimpse.


When last the evening horizon looms

we imagine an ocean mist

shuddering our naked body with swift

current that alive nature speaks

a moon begins slow to caress the sky,

while she dances, alive

legs twirl, body arch to reach content

when we may view elegance

on a hot summer’s night in the sand,

Embrace we too soft the land.


We do have our dreams we live by

those moments we suspend,

a memory allows our return to then

a witness to sheer beauty

again. If were the world to pretend

grace’s passion, a lament

that tears the eye while wishing true

her eyes might see me there,

then certain the need to imagine wild

would only remain notion.


In search, while gales of summer do blow

in certainty her delight in love, I do know.

I Am Here

In the same room

under the full moon

I wonder about you

if you look the same

pleasant eyes

perhaps in the throes

of self-exploration

as am I

in constant evaluation

wandering through my past

lives and hoping that

day I became a different

person didn’t shadow

all of my true desires

my passions

my fantasies

I always hope they might

be the same as your own …

we are often the same

alone in our words

wondering about each other

without knowing our names

just speculating

there has to be another

and more and more

thousands perhaps that live

with the moment

under the same moon.