SeleneA Poem by Dietrich von CroweCrowescent Verse
Marble light envelops a lingering darkness,
And I see the pallid face of my nocturnal lover
Glow ardently with a passionate remorse
For my fading show of affection.
I whisper to her, my voice caressed by midnight winds,
Carrying discarded sincerities without cause,
With no purpose except for the sole sake of speaking.
My words; a ship set for sail to lands long abandoned.
She smiles on me, despite my vain concerns
And sails her own attention to my crescent harbor,
Opening a sea of tranquility, full of damask dust
And sinuous sands as soft as velvet.
I am entranced and pulled on; a rising tide and falling,
Back into the enormous body of grey reflections,
The image of which fixates me for years, for centuries,
For an eternity of beholding what is beyond my reach.
Time becomes a torturous force of waiting,
Waiting, yearning, watching, wanting, and hoping
For the eternal wake to cease its ripples;
For an amorous redemption I may never know
To arise from the ashes of black and white fires.
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