You are the moon of my darkest skies,
with you my ashes, fall and rise.
When the tides touch you through,
life - force within me renews.
Every night you glow there,
and only in my dreams,
to you I can be near.
In the sun's lap when night's last star hides,
I no longer see you in the skies,
then, my soul again dies.
It will only be reborn,
when the moon shines bright.
15 comments:
What a lovely ode to the mysteries of the moon ~
Vandana... another touching and thoughtful poem... full of emotion.. Have you ever thought of publishing a book of poetry? xox
:)Thank you for the encouragement, but haven't yet given a thought about publishing.
Wonderful words and a joy to read.
Yvonne
I love looking at the moon. I like your poem which describes it as life giver. Lovely.
Aw. Beautifully written and heartfelt.
Poignant and moving. Beautiful!
Vandana, your poem is lovely. I have written many moon poems too - she is such a mysterious and beautiful entity, and you have captured that here.
Such a wonderful poem and a picture to match the words. Brilliant.
Awesome expressions...words are doing the talking here!
in the sun's lap when the last star hides... picturesque
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How lovely. And that picture is absolutely perfect.
Wonderful.. I long to see the moon like that.
I miss your writings Vandana. .. I hope you write again soon xox ... thank you for dropping by my blog and commenting ♡
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