The slight moon …

The slight moon slid
behind a cloak of clouds
and darkness reigned.
The stars still danced
their cosmic dance
beyond her silvered sight ….
but in the unpoetic heart of me
pulsed the disbelieving prose
of night.

Deaf to the sweet music of the spheres
I searched amid
fragmentary words
as flat as the world is round.
Hope, peace, life, love,
and happiness
fell into the lightlessness of space;
I heard only splintered sounds.

The slight moon sailed
onward to her
rendezvous with time;
no clouds could delay her journey
nor tears obscure her face.
She gathered beauty from the sun
and held it high above ..
and before the first light of the morning
I saw that she had found
a reflective shard of love … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
This entry was posted in Love, Philosophy, The moon, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s