The Garden of the Moon

The Garden of the Moon

A Poem by icelandicblue

I stepped through the dark curtain of night
surrounded in the most delicate of beauty
in the garden of the moon.

Cool light illuminated the pale yellow and white flowers
that swayed in a summer zephyr infused with jasmine.
I moved, a silhouette, in soft and silent steps

as not to wake the sleeping denizens
of this midnight paradise.
Caught in the witching hour

I could smell magic in the air
enveloping me, caressing me,
welcoming me to nature's sacred temple.

And it was there I prayed in tinctured whispers
while silver teardrops dotted the ground in gratitude
that my sojourn in this hallowed place would last

until the sun rose and cracked the sky in purple hues
and I am reborn beneath the luminous canvas
ready to venture unto a destiny untold.

© 2014 icelandicblue


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Oh my lord, I adore so many phrases in this writing *.*
Masterpiece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind response.
A master-piece to treasure for life.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Hobbit.
Wow...you have created some gorgeous images for the reader to enjoy, but even more than that - I love the beautiful feeling your poem left me with...So lovely my friend!

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I appreciate that Julie.
The images you paint here Blue are so vivid.This is lovely my friend :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I've seen you've been very prolific in my absence. I can't wait to read your beau.. read more
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Lol.....thank you blue and you are oh so welcome and WELCOME BACK :)
I love to be outside on a summer night, and that is why I love this poem. I think that this is some of your very best work. I have only one tiny question. Are the silver teardrops dew, rain, actual tears, or something outside of my limited vision?

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I thought that the silver teardrops were actual tears of happiness shining silver in the moonlight. .. read more
Haunting; the imagery in that was beautiful and eloquent. I loved the language: really stunning.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

How nice to see you! Thank you so much for your lovely review.
I love the imagery in this piece. Now, feel free to disregard, but might I suggest two things: I am reborn and venture into or on to ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much. I appreciate your suggestions. I have changed the line to I am reborn and I.. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

No problem, sometimes it just takes a step back and someone else's eye.
Ice, I can identify with this poem. I ventured out into the wilds of my back yard late one night when the moon was high in the dead of winter (trying to open the water valves so the water would drip) at almost midnight when the rest of the world was asleep, and there was a dark, other-worldly quality about the experience that is highly reminiscent of this poem. Thank you for publishing this beautiful work of art.

Posted 10 Years Ago


this is where you can be found :-) ....a Lovely step(ping stone) toward harmony

Peace, IB

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

It is what I aspire to. Good to see you again.
Dispersus

10 Years Ago

yesum...sent you a lil' message

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