Blue moon

Angels and demons were there
The day I left the womb
Birds sang, roses blossomed, a miracle of spring overruled
Home created by clouds of joy
Symphonies of love, seemed impossible to destroy
The madness of summer's sun burnt it down
Expelled magic of my homeless heart
My soul wondered streets day and night
Fall blew away this house of cards
Seeking colors, for roses turned black
Gipsy hungry for acceptance and love
Winter poured rains watering my solitude
Thunders of raging emptiness and void
Silence contained me when our eyes collided
Tango of lust, fear and hope
Explosive fireworks, nostalgia of spring
Gracefully, she approached
My contaminated, deep brutal wounds
Fading away
Surrendering to the serenity of her beauty
Rewriting my past, my future and now
Strays of sunlight at dawn dissecting through
Embracing the child, the man in me
Exploring the world ahead of us
With a golden bond
Together, our home will rumble into immorality

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I always love a story with a happy ending. But here, the ending is simply a new beginning; a place where the soul rewinds and begins again. It speaks of love lost and regained; of dreams broken and gently repaired. It's quite exquisite the way you frame the feelings in your verse. I enjoyed every word. Bless. F.

[Shelley Warner]

An intriguing poem. At first I thought it was about your birth into the world as an infant. Then I realized it was a different kind of birth, a birth of love. I like the line "Embracing the child, the man in me".

[Yasmin]

Thank you so much for reading
I tried writing a story of a child of divorced parents, how it started with love and ended up into ashes, and how he found the woman who loved him and embraced his wounds to start a new loving life
Now that you know the story, do you think I did a good job at it ?

[Shelley Warner]

Yes, I do think you did a good job. I like that you used the symbolism of birth for finding new love. I can relate to that. After I lost my husband to cancer, I didn't think I'd ever love again. Especially since it had been a difficult marriage. But to my great surprise and joy, I did find love again. I write a series entitled "Adventures with John in his Red Ford Truck".