Silver Moon Man

With a kiss she bid the moon goodbye
Brushed her hand across his brow
Silver traces upon her lips
Reveal the unspoken truth
Time is up once again
He must return to the stars
She sits and weeps
As he rises up
Her eyes on him
His eyes on her
A promise lingers
Like sweet smelling winds
A curse
A spell
Regardless of it's cause
It lingers for eternity
One night
Each cycle
They lay beneath the endless dark sky
& feel the silence of their two souls as one

Time Across the Blackbird's Wings

All but the last few lines of this poem were written on the eve of my 21st birthday.

Another day
Another year
Life is passing by
Spreading like the winds of time
Across the blackbird's wings
True to form, it tip toes past
Careful not to wake you
A dream that lasts a hundred years
Then leaves you in the dark
Grasp at feathers slick and frail
Slipping through your fingers
The ones with wings
Must fly, must try
To out soar the winds of time

Clarity in Chaos

A piece falls into place

A heart beats a little faster

Eyes linger

And breath catches

I've met you once

In a crowded place

Filled with strangers

Just like us

Who would have thought

The fairy tales told truths?

A minute disguised as a second

We disappear to a world our own

Only you and I

If only you and I

Lost in time

And lost in truth

Where I end

And where you begin

We'll never know

From this moment on

Clarity in a mass of chaos

That's what this is

The climax of the story

The edge of the cliff

Call it what you want

There's no stopping now

No beginning

No end

We've found our forever

How to Love

Like all the pretty romance novels

I thought that I could change him

He would be the hero

& I would be his heroin

I'd save him from himself

Teach him how to love

I'd be the one that he would run to

The one to hold his heart 

Epic were my plans

Deflated was reality

Nothing is how it should be

No matter what the cost

To teach a boy to love

Is a risk that so few take

I guess I cowered from the chance

That his bite was as bad as his bark

One word and I would have risen

Taken up the challenge

As flowers wilt in heat

A heart withdraws from indifference

To say I was in love

Perhaps would be a lie

But to say that I was willing

Is to speak soft words of truth

It's grand to keep on wishing

Even in the dark

But to hold that candle up at night

Is the worst kind of denial

Clawing Rivers

I came across this beautiful image titled The Riverbank 8, and it inspired me to write this poem. So thank you Crinklechip for your beautiful work.

She holds her head up high

For fear of falling down

The water waits

With it's fingers clawing

Begging for her grace

She almost cries out

But dares not to

For she never knows whose listening

The angry ants

Or crying birds

They wait for her to fall

So out it comes

Her longing laugh

That smile can work wonders

Her moment of vulnerability gone

Replaced by such an act

Never will they see her worry

Or ever even doubt

For she knows that she will rise above

To concur all her foes