Mystical Traveler

 

Let the moon come like a mystical
 traveler, from halfway
 across the sky
 
 seeking shelter, right before...
 my window
 
 from where it may
 gently knock...
 upon the door of my eyes

 when i’m not sure... if i’m awake...
 in a dream
 or deeply awake
 
 sneaking up on my one arm
 that’s almost...always peeking
 out of my blanket
 in the guise of ...
 November’s chill
 
evoking a longing
for mysteries...
and the mystery
of longing

 dipping lower ...
 and lower
 towards the horizon
 
 from a stained,
 smoky yellow...
 to burnt-orange

 to a swallowing crimson

 inching closer...
until our gazes
meet at point-blank,
 
 only deepening further,
 and further...
like a kiss.

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

This is a beautiful poem. It feels like the moon sailing through the night although my moons always just fade away at dawn, never reach the swallowing crimson. Maybe you were still asleep! So, keep dreaming and keep writing lovely poetry.

[Frieda P]

Gorgeous imagery here, adore a 'swallowing crimson', wish I would have thought of that....very luverly read Sanober.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sweet,sweet dear sanober.The moon like a lover ,wonderful image:P

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sanober... a sunset dipping deeper
and deeper like a a kiss. "And God said...
"let there be light" and there was You...
with the beauty of the universe
to shine always in poetry. May your
words linger in our hearts forever and
a day... truly... Pat

[Joyce S. Greene]

Wonderful poetry, Sanober. The moon visiting you like a lover and culminating the visit with a kiss. I loved this one.

What a feeling you describe here friend... perfectly chilling and deep...

I could see photography through these well woven words, as sharp as possible.
You have a way with words, I feel at home with, and close too.
Thank you for sharing this piece, will read more soon! :)

- Elisa

[Lydia Shutter]

Now there's that moon again....the celestial friend who is reliable....the one you know will not let you down. the one who kisses you when you need it most. "the door of my eyes"....GREAT metaphor here! your eyes see things poetically, Sanober.
"evoking a longing
for mysteries...
and the mystery
of longing"
Such a clever turn of phrase here....the mystery of longing does keep us going through those chilly November nights, does it not? Another absolutely wonderful write, my friend. Loved it! Lydi**

[Sarah]

this is something truly poetic, this gave a mystical enticement that i don't get very often while reading works of literature, this is very well done.

[Sami Khalil]

"evoking a longing
for mysteries...
and the mystery
of longing

dipping lower ...
and lower
towards the horizon"

Wonderfully written , masterfully conveyed...Thank you for penning...:)........................

[writing mojo]

the gravity of this metaphysical piece is hued with a writer reaching for more than a sky mundane with same choice, for such a white satellite creating emotional tides. This is more like a Mantra revolving from the very place the inspiration reflected it's crescent adventitious pull...great piece