Claire De LuneA Poem by YouoweYoupayBeautiful Moonlight..
Claire De Lune Yes, there were twines of beauty Caressing the sadness Of the absconding sun White Gold and Ivory that seeped In between the citrus and yellow gold Ah, if only ungrateful human eyes Showed a kinder reflection If only they had known That colors of the daylight dry In humility to the dancing lights Lanterns drooping from the muted dark A rendering of art A ballerina gliding With a glass heart The glow of the threads Blurring her milk-white breasts As that of a Queen, Yes, it shimmered steadily Among the frayed clouds She would nightly knead Yet her eyelashes quivered Wavering away from poets' greed, Her legs were of untouched silk, Feet within frame of pallid gemstone Lifting her above the exhales Of slumbering beasts Her arms, like feathers they were, Light and fragile so she often fell Her hair brushing against The jealous fingernails of a forest So her skin had caught the scent of lilac and Kalamantina One man's sight was not oblivious Of the scattered loveliness His Silver Sirena
So a verse wrote itself But the heart holding the melody Was shriveled by decay Death struggled to tear out The soul that clung to a dream His eyes closing around A white-gold scented gleam The Goddess of his Plague That flew away in fright, Or perhaps, another vague, Beautiful moonlight. © 2011 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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