{"id":7116,"date":"2010-12-20T02:54:38","date_gmt":"2010-12-20T07:54:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/7116\/moonbeam\/"},"modified":"2010-12-20T02:54:38","modified_gmt":"2010-12-20T07:54:38","slug":"moonbeam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/7116\/moonbeam\/","title":{"rendered":"Moonbeam"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/strong>An\u00a0algid gray moonbeam came to rest
\nupon my window’s sill
\nIt spoke of dreams and fantasy
\nthe likes I have never experienced or heard
\nIt spoke of love and rain
\nand how the two
\ncan be one in the same<\/strong><\/p>\n

Such revelations…
\ncarried…
\nby this once overlooked beacon of knowledge
\nAlgid and gray.
\nSilvery undertones
\nWith a stoic demeanor
\nA cold moonbeam<\/p>\n

Reaches out to me
\nwith more than just light<\/p>\n

Explanations of the suns rise…
\nits romance with the day…
\nO how this silver moonbeam cried.
\nIn September tears.
\nAt the very beauty of the suns dawning.
\nIt breaking light above the horizons we cannot see.
\nThis gray moonbeam spoke.
\nof..
\nRadiance\u00a0of the sun
\nCrimsons and golds
\nBeauty like none other
\never imagined…<\/p>\n

Silence ensued.<\/p>\n

Alas…
\nMoonbeam spoke
\nafter he shifted positions several times in my window’s frame.<\/p>\n

Her light…
\nI can never touch…<\/p>\n

She is the light of day and I am silvery night.<\/p>\n

I am the moonshadow that keeps your\u00a0thoughts awake.
\nI am the sleepless night whispering into your lonely ear.
\nI am your tight chested exhales of need in starless night.
\nI am the moonbeam in your window’s brace.<\/p>\n

The sunbeam…<\/p>\n

She..<\/p>\n

Sprays\u00a0brilliance of rainbows from a\u00a0clouds mist.
\nShe is color
\nin\u00a0a flowers soothe
\nShe is light
\nAnd warmth
\nThat gifts us
\nher cycle.<\/p>\n

Awake…
\nto dawns light
\nIn beams so lusterous and resplendant.
\nfeel her caress.
\nIn deep fields of words
\nand blooms
\nyour thoughts she will undress…<\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

My moonbeam friend danced away on hours of the night.
\nExpressing the rain
\nof his tears
\nand how they were the same as love.
\nFor something he could never hold.
\n<\/strong>
\nJG
\n\u00a9 09\/10\/2010<\/p>\n

\ufeff\"\"<\/p>\n

\ufeff\ufeff<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

An\u00a0algid 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,2,29],"tags":[796],"class_list":["post-7116","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-other","category-poems","tag-emyke-hearst"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7116"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7116\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}