Beats in rhythm to the tide, and your eyes are what pulls him in…Its not when you are walking hand in hand, but those moments when you take time to stand still, that the heart hears that rhythmic pull...Drawn…
And I too am pulled in ! As the moon reigns over the tides, so does the presence of the lover reign over the soul...and make us feel less alone...helplessly pulled to and fro...and every single one leaves a mark on the soul...never forgotten...never...though love may wax and wane...
very zen, very intune with the comings and goings of things, people, places. the world changes. we hold pieces of it suspended in our minds, the building blocks of the soul. but so to souls come and go. very nicely written.
And you, my dear, have knack for selecting just the right words to pull us in and keep us there.... When someone touches us, their presence does indeed linger...
What gorgeous description... and a very fine title... :-)
Wow, this is so engaging, love the title "Lunar Pull" works so well at the metaphorical and literal level: the romantic moonscape and moonscape of love. The pull of gravity as a social bond, brilliant. The moments when you able to concentrate on the landscape. All contained in a masterfully succinct poem...just exquisite.
Beats in rhythm to the tide, and your eyes are what pulls him in…Its not when you are walking hand in hand, but those moments when you take time to stand still, that the heart hears that rhythmic pull...Drawn…
it's the steady things. the things that sit, mountainlike, (or walk, hand in hand along the edge of a continent) in our souls regardless of the ebbings.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..