limbo moon

it happened one night in the wee small hours or the morning. unrequited love.

limbo moon


A nymph stood laughing on the sands

and beckoned me. Her eyes

were irresistible commands,

I started slowly, then realizing...
a growing madness and began to run,

But with the smoother grace of summer breeze

she also ran

as if her pleasure were the race.

Pursuing her was vanity,

but lured from sense i chased her far....

There would have been more sanity
in seeking rainbows or a star.


At last i dropped, exhausted lay

to watch her stop and turn again
in petulance, as if to say

such games could ne'er be won by men.

Her golden hair thrown back, half wild,

she stood against the setting sun,

The form her mother venus styled
still breathing from the run.

Her eyes, so sparkling in her pride,
grew tender in the evening glow,
and when the moon came forth, she sighed, drank deep of cold blue rays

Escaped into the night, kidnapped by an angel dark
with chameleon wiles,
Dark angel predator-- cunning interloper
Charged with whispering secrets and promiscuous promises
Impossible to keep.

I_ArtMan