the moon is

 

find an excuse   a cup   (in which)

to borrow sugar

an invitation to an opening   something

 

to get me in your door   or  

if not that

to your door   you may hear me knock once

 

no nerve for more   and if   

and if

is the question that waits to be answered

 

and if you are in   and if you take me in 

well then

then we can see   but first i must hear   

 

once more   your song

something about the moon   for the nerve

 

~

 

have a fantasy   lying on your bed

moonlight

through the open window

 

you looking at me

deciding

where to begin    which is the best part   

 

for you   i have a different idea

listening

to you recite    swaying   

 

as you do   to the rhythm

of your words

mesmerized by your cadence

 

the soft insistence of your voice

rising to the denouement

 

~

 

so it is   having steeled myself 

with radka

one knock echoing  

 

find my moonlit

way home

along a shore

 

of gently lapping waves   their rhythm

like yours   

quiet   steady 

 

hinting of a great underlying power

of which

i will never know   nursing images

 

into words   and words

to images   and yes   she is a harsh mistress

 

~

 

air so soft tonight   soft as cashmere

and still   

so still   but for lapping waves   

 

and a voice    my voice   speaking to you   

rather

thoughts reaching out 

 

come hither   

 

i came to you   

now you come to me

 

there are no doors upon which

to knock

only the soft air of this lovely night

 

i will wait by the water   if you hear me   

come

 

~

 

i dreamed this   this night

seems

to be happening 

 

as i dreamed it   i dreamed

a kiss

soft lips  yours touching mine   soft as this air   

 

took my hand   you

took my hand

pressed it against your breast

 

now   i wait   

wait

for the dream to become reality

 

but it was only a dream   dreams don't come true   

you know nothing of this   

 

~

 

stars come falling   

pin

points of light   

 

touch the sea   o velvet night sky

fall on me 

love

 

fall on me   love   cool sand bare

feet

lapping waves

 

good night love   good night

sea 

good night half moon   good night you

 

no you   not tonight

not ever

 

 

 





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Written on 2018-05-09 at 15:34

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I know I've enjoyed reading this poem over and over again for the softness of the words and for the tentative love and the strong wishing for it. So full of feeling and wanting. And then there is the moon, the sand, the ocean. Absolutely beautiful!
Ashe
2018-05-17