By the moonlight on the rock she sat
And calmly began to ponder,
Her face full of bewilderment
At language from my center.
She listened, but did not apprehend
What discourse there could be;
Though my voice in stealth did tell
The secret of my mystery.
Yet, she knew that death and love
Were elements of my wonder,
And asked how long must she then wait
Outside their realms to enter.
Moonlight, the sea, gleaming silver rocks make people want s omething outside their own small world!And, you've captured that feeling or, at least, my interpretation, s o beautifully.. 'can virtually see her sitting there, head tilted a little, listening intently.. not wanting to miss a w ord.
Moonlight, the sea, gleaming silver rocks make people want s omething outside their own small world!And, you've captured that feeling or, at least, my interpretation, s o beautifully.. 'can virtually see her sitting there, head tilted a little, listening intently.. not wanting to miss a w ord.
I absolutley love this.
Best thing i have read all week.
It sort of gave me a warm feeling. Poems like this give me warm feelings. (I'm a dork, i know)
""This poem is like looking at a photograph, taken in the very earliest days of photography, and seeing love in the unsmiling faces and too-bright eyes that were so common in such photos. The poem see.. more..