Desert Constellations

If we feel the hard earth

beneath our feet

will we know what it means?

Or will it remind us

of the things we dream

but never have?

 

I want to walk barefoot

into the Nevada;

with you,

silence,

and a rising moon.

The sound of purple hues

-hushing a loud horizon.

Bringing silence

to the world we choose,

to hide and lie within.

 

Hiding our sins

Behind a pale, round face

Leaving regret

as nothing more than a trace

of color,

a painter’s grace

in the strokes of a sunset

            which quickly fades…

 

You and me

will dance across the mesa

and paint our memories

with its color

     and with each other.

 

Then make a campfire

so we can lay

and watch the stars

while I trace them,

saying: they’re not far.

I see them in your face,

                    then and always.

 

So when we go to Spain,

we can see if the heavens look different.

Or if they’re the same

laying on this plain,

as in the desert,

               because we’re together.

 

Because the heavens

                     are more than stars,

they’re distant memories,

traced

as constellations,

making an image of your face

             no matter where you are…

Author's Note

Another poem that I feel is different than the style I used to do. Let me know what you think, I'm always open to criticism and will never get mad at anyone for leaving it. Especially when it comes to these poems. Be sure to let me know your honest opinion.

Reviews

[Damien Davison]

"I want to walk barefoot
into the Nevada;
with you,
silence,
and a rising moon.
The sound of purple hues
-hushing a loud horizon.
Bringing silence
to the world we choose,
to hide and lie within."
I was a beautiful poem as always man. The only thing I felt that this was a bit weak,
""Then make a campfire
so we can lay
and watch the stars
while I trace them,
saying: they’re not far.
I see them in your face,
then and always."
It just threw me out a little but all in all it was a great read.

[MachinaWriter]

That part was a bit of an inside joke lol But thanks for your thoughts man, I appreciate it ^^

[Kelsey]

I really liked the ending of this. You have a way of summing things up beautifully, and you did just that with this. You painted a lovely picture in a very short amount of time. Nicely done, my friend.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you ^^ If you've never seen the mesas of the Nevada desert, you must. Gorgeous colors. Makes me wish I was a painter.

[Southern Cross]

while I trace them,
saying: they’re not far.
I see them in your face,
then and always.

"So when we go to Spain,
we can see if the heavens look different.
Or if they’re the same
laying on this plain,
as in the desert,
because we’re together." One word here Classic !!!

[MachinaWriter]

lol thank you, thank you ^^ *bows*

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Lovely imagery for passionate write. Nicely done.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you ^^

[Enid Blake]

I think it's a good poem that speaks of love and devotion.
A good question might be, how do you feel writing in a different style? ;)

[MachinaWriter]

I enjoy it, but it is kind of scary, trying new things. I feel that I can talk about things better this way, though. Just not sure if I'm doing it well, is all. I like it. Its kind of been taking over my writing style lately, of its own accord lol

[Enid Blake]

Yeah, I find the poetry sometimes has a mind of it's own! You've gotta roll with it, or it'll pester the hell out of you lol ;)