And so I decided to take my smelly old leather notebook to the beach and just sit and marvel at the moon, it was close I could just see in my book to write neatly enough, it realy was truley LUSH. So I just started to write, I had no plan, no clue where it was going and this came out of nowhere. It's meant to be shouted down a microphone in angry prose in charachter (a character which I hasten to add is not actually me) not meant to be read from a page, but hey hear is my poetry on the subject of the moon enjoy...
(PS my spell check is Spansih, my uploader is Thai and my keboard and my operating system don{t macth! So please excuse the Grammaer bizzare spellings)
Lunar Bipolar
Tonight the sky is alive with phenomina twice over
Whilst terminal meteors throw themselves, hurling desperately past our view BUT NOT INTO IT a last vanquishing attempt to be seen.
The moon in all her glory heaves herself closer to the world than she may have been for centuries.
I sit alone on a empty beach, midnight passed me like a stranger in a crowd.
I scribble scruffy words solely lit by the wintry glow of one.
I have never seen something so simple,
SO SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL,
the uncomprehendable encompassing understanding of her closeness to me,
right HERE
right NOW,
THIS night.
Awe inspiring,
jaw dropping,
light dripping,
like wax from a candle.
Each time I change my glance from page to sky
I AM SNOW BLINDED
by the Icey queen in all her glory. Pen takes time to find paper, dizzy ink pauses unbalanced on the invisible line.
Her 'hand-me-down' light reflects the widest stretch of open sea my eyes have ever had the grace to behold her do so.
At once I see the ocean, fathomless, miles of open seas, in the life of the night, flicker in front of my naked eyes.
I can feel her cold light on my warm skin,
So close I can almost touch her,
feel her silvery surface brush the tips of my stretching fingers.
HER LIGHT dances across open pages.
MY PEN an eager suiter relentless in its chase, willing words to eloquently skip the canvass with the same poise and grace as her touch...
... but they do not.
Fools fingers folded to pen.
Sea crashes Sand.
Water to earth as two worlds collide into each other, deeper and deeper harder and harder over and over again on the shores end.
Whilst a third watches on silently.
Peacefully.
She floats impossibly close, not at the edge of my gaze tonight but inside.
Inside my world.
Inside my reach.
The luminescent drill of wondrous light skips playfully inside the estuary to my side, penetrating the veins that flow deep into the aorta of the earth.
I sit alone, empty beach, bathing platinum glory,
soaking skin,
swimming until fingers age to old fruit.
A chorus of crickets and rolling breaking waves waves are the soundtrack to our soliloquies. The back beat? That of my grateful heart which soon turns to scorn.
Why?
Why oh precious pearl, oh faraway goddess did you not come to me before beaming blinding beauty as I gaze beneath in the shadows,
why did you not come to me before?
I have marvelled at you countless times ...
... is this the first that YOU have seen MY face?
The first time you have braved to be close enough to see the tear stains on my withered cheeks, was it not you who drew their salty tides? Was it not you?
Was it NOT you.....
Was it NOT you.....
And though you glow with all your might...
You
are
just
a
REEFLECTION
The reflection of a burning star that once stood in your place,
yet where is your fire?
yet where is your fire?
Charlatan moon,
burning perigee,
bearer of falses promises,
Coward.
Do not come any closer. I do not want you to see me. No deeper into my world, no deeper into me.
When hope sets between the mountains I beg you look further into the atrocities of the dusk. Or if you do then ...
... PROMISE TO FORGIVE ME ...
... my trespasses or help me forgive those that trespass against me!
Spirits poured on jagged rocks from empty bottles, are given wings to fly when that brightest of stars turns the other cheek and looks away in silence.
When shadows rise blackeningly in the midst of all of these...
there...
YOU...
stand.
Too far to reach and out of grasp.
But you were not always there?
When I turned to the skies screaming sanctuary in cold blood,
SAVE ME FROM MY OWN POTENTIAL
YOU WERE NOT THERE
Where are you then?
Where do you go?
What beasts can shy away your beauty?
What devils scare the queen of the night into her empty chambers, shot down from hunters gaze.
Lurking in the depth,
a slither of your former beauty slices the skies like a slit in a conquered sail of sinking ship.
Where do you go on nights like these?
Oh piteous moon, decietful orb of lies,
are you ever really gone?
Or is this just another trick?
The conjourer takes a bow seemingly exiting the stage but the illusionist looms in the darkness awaiting her prestige.
Or?
Have you bathed in your own excellence too long,
Too deep,
Icarus did you fly too high, too far, too soon?
Do you cower in your shame, cloaked in self loathing behind an abandoned sky?
Do you recoil, repenting sins of the witching hour?
Chastising yourself, a pious punishment to save another night the agony of your wallowing face.
Did you know then that you will transcend again dear moon, or are you lost in the craters filled with lost lovers, broken dreams and mushroom clouds of second hand smoke?
Transubstantiate darling moon,
back into the darkness but bursting with light,
beaming as you scream out into the silence of the world emptied of your brilliance
IT'S ME ....
... its always been me.
UP.
Rising up, up Into the night until all at once you are all again, you are whole again.
DO YOU SEE ME NOW MOON?
Are you sorry? Sorry for leaving me alone in cold cruel world? Alone, again and again.... Alone.
Are you sorry that you could never see, until now the currents flowing freely down my face.
Sorry that no matter how close you come it can not change things.
No amount of light you produce can ever radiate warmth enough to dry these tears.
You are too late.
The sun has gone.
I fear you will spend forever chasing at his heels yet never see his face. Poor naive moon.
Or is it I dear moon that misunderstands?
Is this why you visit here tonight?
To show me that you are infact right here, that you've always been ...
...here.
Was it I that walked astray?
Each setting of the faithful day, each time I lost my way, when the tsunami of doubts cascaded against the ever eroding cracks in my fearful heart.
Each time I fell prey to all manner things
and all manner of men.
When my hands held things they should never have held,
when hands touched mine that weren't invited.
When my mouth screamed help
And my heart felt pain
When eyes witnessed pain
And my mouth screamed nothing.
You were there
You saw it all.
Tonight IS a Supermoon, cloak and dagger, caped crusader
X-ray vision sees deep into my nigthshade soul and bids me let loose,
bright white laser beams cut away the rough and bruised edges heavy on my heart so I can breath again,
shrink rays tackle the pain, illuminate all my wrongdoings and absolve my entirety.
Yes tonight is a Superemoon.
Yet I sit on an empty beach alone?
This miracle clashes like titans with another,
somewhere in this same sky sky a shower of meteors sink with titanic proportions.
Tonight a thousands stars will fall...
... Never to be rescued. No one on land will see thier final hour, in the cold dead sea of night they will make no sound
Nobody will see
nobody will hear.
They will simply just be gone.
Oh cunning bittersweet beautiful enigma how poetic of you to chose this night of all nights to stage your crescendo. Nobody is interested in the absolute magic of one, when there's the possibility of many. And so tonight theSupermoon shines on a world with thier backs turned, complaining the glow is blocking thier view.
I guess this moon is just too bright for some.
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