clair de lune

the moon opens
his eyes

gazing upon the world
with a desperate
drowsiness

he mourns for
the heavens
like a pale, abandoned
muse
a piercing stare
of lunar rays
that stretch across
space and time.

i cup it in my hand,
watching the light
illuminate my
fingers, the warmth
of a lamenting
sphere
echoing

as i see myself
reflected in
the eyes of a god

gazing intently.




Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-09-27 at 19:32

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Pixie
love this...
2009-12-04


Parnika
Everyone talks about bathing in the glow of the sun..never the moon...This is different.
I like the last line
2006-09-29


FuckingLost
I really like the pictures you are painting with your words....
2006-09-27


Christian Ward
beautiful and well crafted poetry

no more words are needed
2006-09-27


lastromantichero
Hi there

Yuong lady a beautiful and moving poem and its good to read all your gentle work rgds mike
2006-09-27


Zoya Zaidi
How charmingly put together!

Welcome to the bay from my side!

You write so well!

Love,
Zoya
2006-09-27


BlueyedSoul
exquisite.
~Blue
2006-09-27


Sandy Hiss
Serene, introspective poem.
2006-09-27