You were the oracle of gods

I never saw your dreams before

You were the missing part of me

I am light of a tired moon

yearning to be eclipsed.

Whenever the night grow darker

and the stars achromatize 

Whenever the fragile light disappears

I  bury myself in the soft fields of fragility.

You were the veins that gave strength to my heart

 the prayers that kept me alive

You,only you were the oracle of  gods

who taught me to be naive.

But then you faded away

like rainbows and butterfly wings

your teachings still breathe in my spirit

As I lie here subdued in the blankets of my poetry.

 

Reviews

[patricia]

Nothing is ever lost as Ed Hart says. I like the way life though often tough as a way of forcing us to change and embrace what comes when the old experience has been learned, and that in a thousand ways the old is a part of the whole. Enjoyed.

[InsanityWriter]

Loved that last line. ;) Nicely done!

[Angeldust-magic]

Its good ;)

[AWickedMoon]

Lovely...

[Dayran]

In a greater canvas, your poem speaks the language of the Gods that's waiting for its day of realization.

[beautiful dreamer]

oh how sad.. but so beautiful

[gombeggar]

'achromatize' is really pushing it...sounds like yer adjusting the color on yer tv

otherwise very well done

[quinfinn]

another scintillating and passionate write, seething with the depths of pure unadulterated love. awesome!

[Blue Ivory]

You have rich vocab, I've noticed. And this is a beautiful poem. Really deep and caring. You are a talented writer :)

[Salar Majak]

I am light of a tired moon
yearning to be eclipsed.

This is an amazing piece, it shows the longing and passion for the other person! the waiting!
amazing!!
keep up!