Confessions to the moon

 

Teach me the art of letting go,

My Midnight Queen.

This heart is a toy I want to throw.

It doesn’t make my eyes gleam.

 

All I do is Dream of you…

Sitting in that moonlight chapel.

I know, I know, white was never my hue…

Couldn’t resist biting from the Forbidden Apple…

 

Sway me slow

My Midnight Queen.

Unbending somehow…

I am stuck in between.

 

I’ve got fissures in my eyes

My Midnight Queen.

Beloved a devil in disguise.

When I thought his heart was pristine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Daisy]

wow awesome............. I really want to learn to let go... It's wonderful great poem ana

[Ana B.]

Thank you a lot Daisy!

[stanley]

well written piece, enjoyed the description and the imagery

[Ana B.]

Thank you!

[Tomorrowneverknows]

...wow Ana this Ode to the Moon is magic,really beautiful. As lover of the night I do love it.

- Jesus

( Your sensitivity and refinement is something unusual in this vulgar century)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the loveliest words Jesus.

[Tomorrowneverknows]

You're very welcome Ana. I very much appreciate your reply.

[Deepika]

I love your imagination Ana! This one's is too good :)Keep writing!

[Ana B.]

will do :) Thanks D !

[R Smith]

I swear you get better and better every minute, four stanza's of sheer beauty and elegance, the moon is your midnight queen, your heart such a delicate toy full of loving passion, though you were stuck in between, this devil is the loser my midnight queen, to my library you must go, one day i will fill a book with your work, beautiful Ana, absolutely :)

[Ana B.]

It means the world to me Richard :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, "i thought his heart was pristine" and bit from the forbidden fruit of what he was, and now i am forever stained with regret...kicked out of paradise, so to speak...innocence and abandon lost to maturity and too much understanding.

[Ana B.]

seems like it was the only way.....