lunar lulls

lunar lulls

 

 

you are the rising sun

beginning each day

shining so bright

with luminous rays

 

i am the lone moon

floating in the night

my eerie glow

causing such fright

 

when you rise

.

.

.

i fall

 

i fall each day

to let you live

your life

is all i can give

 

without you

there is no life

 

you are needed

you are wanted

 

when i rise

.

.

.

you fall

and the world

falls too

 

i rise each day

unnoticed

unloved

unappreciated

 

the stars my only friends

even they try to outshine me

 

why am i here

why have the moon

when there is the sun

 

i fell one day

and never rose again

 

there was a girl

a quiet girl

a lonely girl

 

she waited for me

every night

she longed for me

every night

she cherished me

every night

 

if only i had known

that i made a difference

that i was important

to her

 

if only she had known

that she made a difference

that she was important

to me

 

maybe then i would have risen

.

.

.

and she would not have fallen

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jo Billygoat]

Contrast of Written to Sung

Like that of night compromised of day
Tis that of the thrall of poet to minstrel
Shadow favors the path of the pen
Spotlight brightens the glorious harmonies sung

Solitude bleeds black to white the scribed emotion
Accolades of cheer robustly pronounce acceptance of sung experiences
Shelved and collecting dust are volumes of enlightening wisdom
The meek, proud, humble, no mater the make, as long as the ensemble voiced is a spectacle . . . . . Voice always trumps pen.

An ounce of favor thrice comes for the written word
Such art lasts more than a mere decade or two
The whimsical fad and fashion of the songs sung
Like the wind are a breath of uplifting fresh air, momentary as they are

Give me solace and shelved solitude for centuries of viewers to browse, ponder and compare
Give the vocalist their short day in the sun whilest the morrow shows their song is now gone from memory in the next decade. . .
A sincere shame for such multitudes of loss of mass greatness of such emotional and inspirational vocal greatness for their lyrics hold no light the performance of the sung word

I do confess, singers inspire aspects of people in all walks of caporal existence
Tis a very rare chance, few as I, one views the classic shelved penmanship while young that give inspiration a chance. . .
To tarry down the quill and ink road is oft not a publicly known road.

I bow in gratitude to the singers
I can only wish my pen wrote the emotions I have cherished from singers of very great talent.
I wish my heart could pen the over whelming emotions I have received from many delightful sung songs of many genre

I began this script in angry contempt; I conclude with envious gratitude of the glorious singers.

[Davidgeo]

Purpose is like a taste... it's never the same. And sometimes we cook food we think is delicious but our lovers find disgusting.

I like the structure. Nice work

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

This is impossible... well done....