Moon Swains
are there castles on the Moon
ethereal structures of shimmering blue
with alien princesses trapped in towers high
where gravity is so negligible
there swains may almost fly,
are there forest seas of shadow
murmuring billows sighing soft upon the shore,
a ghostly face in your window
kissing your pillows trying often to be more,
do transparent feet trip the turnstyles light
bars reflect magic mirrors of a lunar echo,
in the phantom sleet slip on your wiles night
genuflect images asleep inside the hollow,
there are no castles on the Moon
unless the shadows in your hair
the golden forestseas weaving perfumes
alien princesses trapped in towers high
where waves of lunar lavender consumes
gravity negligible, swains almost fly...
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 04:17
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