We will meet,
at
the edge of a galaxy,
where
the physical boundaries dissolve.
leaving
our foot prints on the clouds.
The interstellar space will guide our path,
and
together we’ll merge into the infinite universe.
We will meet,
where
all the boundaries dissolve,
at
the edge of a galaxy…
She is the dark deep night,
searching
for her moon,
to
glow her soul with his light,
sparkle
bright as the golden June.
littered
all over,
tears
of her unheard cries,
flowing
listlessly for her lover.
will
lead her to a new universe,
filled
with flowers of May,
and
lift her dark curse,
where
she will find her love lost.
neither ships nor
lighthouse she fathoms,
nor the Atlantis or the
Olympus is her refuge,
for she is mesmerised with
the moon.
She rides the wishful sea-horses to the moon,
and sometimes imaginary
waves carry her to the moon.
Oh! how she wishes to be with the moon,
she tries to hold his
shadow,
floating in the foam,
but, it’s an ephemeral
glimpse.
Soon the moon hides,
under the light of a new
day,
and she waits for another
night,
in the hope of catching his
enchanting sight.
First published in "Catharsis" Buchleser Publications 2020
Unheard, unsung songs of her,
lurk on the ocean
floor,
under the curls of tides,
her salty tears hide,
within the white foam,
she swirls and roams.
Who is she?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
On the days of full
moon,
when ocean waves
dance,
the unknown woman of
the sea,
can be seen swaying
in the waves.
Is she a mermaid, a siren
or a selkie?
whose songs drift hither and thither,
echoing the vast
blue.
For
https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/23/poetics-sounding-the-siren/