Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The moon Serene halved...

The moon
Serene
Halved
Halved me quiet
Like a disc
So so bright
By His light
The same,

Reflector
She
Reflecting
Light
The same,
Soothe
Calm
Yet
So overwhelming
Like her polished
Face...
Creamed...
Lotioned...
Cologned her silver
Of nails-
As if
She awaits
Someone to arrive
Like
A dream exotic
Nocturnal
Seeped with white
But silvery bright-
Shining...
Weaving
A pure love story-
As if to her lure
To a tie...
A knot...
Never sought by any on mortal bed...

But only
Only
In the most blessed times,
Like a windchime
Ringing
Within
Heard
By only him
And
Him...

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