Moonbeam
An algid gray moonbeam came to rest
upon my window’s sill
It spoke of dreams and fantasy
the likes I have never experienced or heard
It spoke of love and rain
and how the two
can be one in the same
Such revelations…
carried…
by this once overlooked beacon of knowledge
Algid and gray.
Silvery undertones
With a stoic demeanor
A cold moonbeam
Reaches out to me
with more than just light
Explanations of the suns rise…
its romance with the day…
O how this silver moonbeam cried.
In September tears.
At the very beauty of the suns dawning.
It breaking light above the horizons we cannot see.
This gray moonbeam spoke.
of..
Radiance of the sun
Crimsons and golds
Beauty like none other
ever imagined…
Silence ensued.
Alas…
Moonbeam spoke
after he shifted positions several times in my window’s frame.
Her light…
I can never touch…
She is the light of day and I am silvery night.
I am the moonshadow that keeps your thoughts awake.
I am the sleepless night whispering into your lonely ear.
I am your tight chested exhales of need in starless night.
I am the moonbeam in your window’s brace.
The sunbeam…
She..
Sprays brilliance of rainbows from a clouds mist.
She is color
in a flowers soothe
She is light
And warmth
That gifts us
her cycle.
Awake…
to dawns light
In beams so lusterous and resplendant.
feel her caress.
In deep fields of words
and blooms
your thoughts she will undress…
My moonbeam friend danced away on hours of the night.
Expressing the rain
of his tears
and how they were the same as love.
For something he could never hold.
JG
© 09/10/2010
