MOON, STARS AND A HEART

MOON, STARS AND A HEART

 

So beautiful when it cried with tears of dusts of pearl and silver;

Allowed to see its boldness almost always when the breeze can bring a shiver;

 

Being eaten slowly from its wholeness by a binding mystery;

An eternal cycle, judged by knowledge, but by art just an another form of beauty;

 

Glittering tears scattered and thus, only few fall;

In time when a lover to swear, desperately calls;

 

Freely forming figures of dreams within the solemnity of magical bind;

Be still and glance upward even to any beast and amongst any cunning mind;

 

Did say that fools have it mixed-up in their head;

But when it started to draw pain, sanity is to be good as dead;

 

When it beats for love, to the moon and stars it cries a name;

Pushing forward the red stream of life...for a greater love...under the moon and stars, a heart be hers to claim.

 

Reviews

[revenant21]

Great description! I could see the stars

[Suzanne Sherif]

Wow! Such strong images. This one begs to be read over and over again.