Moonlit Confessions

Always the dreamer...

During restless nights when memories haunt
She can be seen standing at her bedroom window
Pale eyes caught in the hypnotic sway of wind-rustled treetops
Whispering sweet nothings to the moon
As if her melodic voice would carry, whisked away on a breeze
Casting lovely dreams for the one who got away

There in a foresaken house denied of a single sound
Save for the despairing sputter of a lone heartbeat
She reminisces on sacrifices made
Recalling those last love letters...those deliberate lies
Those cold and calculated goodbyes
How she had masked the truth so, so well

Raised on those words, those foolhardy words
"If you love someone, let them go...."
For how could she make the mate to her soul understand
That everything she has done, she has done for them
As a few surface wounds blemishing soft alabaster cannot compare
To what it had took for her to draw the line

She had pulled the knife, so sharp and precise
A blade coated in silver to ensure she wouldn't miss the mark
Premediated lies had flown and somewhere in the world hearts had shattered
Now needing someone, anyone to tell her if there is a love greater
If there is a love more unconditional
Than a love that steps aside

How long had the two of them tried?
Too long to account for the days, for the longing, the loneliness and pain
Once a thrilling possibility becoming little more than a shaken hope
In the way... She was in the way...
As if she were an elusive future her beloved so feared to stretch towards
A sun too bright, a star too far for her beautiful explorer

To ask herself, will the day come when her lover learns of the truth
Unable to quiet the pieces of her which pray that 'one day' will
When the person who has so delicately strummed a song within her
Realizes that she has placed their happiness before her own
And until then she can only continue to whisper sweet nothings to the moon
Be the unseen, unheard dreamer, cherishing from afar

Reviews

[😂]

Great title! Catches the reader.
You pull the reader in with each line,
down down down they go into what was
a wonderful thing , but sadly had to end.
Much is displayed here.
I particularly like how it paints despair and
loneliness, even a hint of suicide, yet
it also hints at whimsical hope
because the thing in the sky is
so beautiful and such.
It's like nature and the night ,
and the bright things afar
take away all the guilt and horror
we put on each other.

Great!

[Beautiful Intentions]

Thank you kindly for your review.:) It is always so intriguing to read of what is perceived through the words, through the eyes of the audience, not the author themselves. Am glad you enjoyed it! Will be returning the kindness.:)

[😂]

Much appreciated fellow writer! Stay in the clouds, dance dance !

[Mitch]

Nice job as setting the scene. I had a clear picture of this woman and where her life had taken her. Sadness and loss are her everyday and she only can attribute them to herself. A nice reflection of a moment in time.

[Beautiful Intentions]

Thank you, Mitch.:) So appreciated!

[genocide]

very good poem I like it my dear

[Beautiful Intentions]

Thank you, sweet pea!:)