Moon Eye

Day six of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about a long distance relationship …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Rodrigo_Soldon alvorada via photopin(license)

Moon ‘I’ floating on a sea of clouds –
Greeting the fire that waits just beyond the horizon.
I leave the watch of my Midnight Ones to you
O child of flame, my fierce burning son.
I glimpse your restless desire
From across the depths of heaven

That fate decrees should break my heart, asunder.
I forever in the shadow of the passion
That gives your hours their meaning.
Bearer of my hopes and fears I give breath to you
That break the silence of the dark with unblemished light;
As I lay down my head, and close my eyes to dream.
 
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Moon Fall

Don’t tell me that the
Moon is shining while I’m still
Too busy crying.

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Moon Eye

photo credit: Rodrigo_Soldon alvorada via photopin (license)

Moon ‘I’ floating on a sea of clouds –
Greeting the fire that waits just beyond the horizon.
I leave the watch of my Midnight Ones to you
O child of flame, my fierce burning son.
I glimpse your restless desire
From across the depths of heaven

That fate decrees should break my heart, asunder.
I forever in the shadow of the passion
That gives your hours their meaning.
Bearer of my hopes and fears I give breath to you
That break the silence of the dark with unblemished light;
As I lay down my head, and close my eyes to dream.
 
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Howl

photo credit: full moon via photopin (license)

I am the wolf,
I am the moon;
A shadow of silver light,
Assassin of darkness

The emissary of night.
My blood lust religion,
The sacred will to survive.
I will fight to survive.

I am the wolf,
I am the moon,
I pray the day
Won’t come too soon.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Winter moon

Day 5 and a poem which is to be included in my first collection, out next year, along with plenty of all new poetry.

Made of sticks and stones

Whose is the moon

That floats on high;

That lights my way

On winter nights,

That sails above

And reflects below.

Whose is the moon?

Not mine, I cry.

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Pearls

I want to get naked,

Dive into the water,

Dive down beyond belief.

I’ll swim to the moon

And if Luna will forgive me

We’ll get drunk on red wine

As we sing along to the tunes

In a little bar called Tranquillity.

But, if she won’t have me

I’ll swim on alone

On down to the depths

Where monsters lurk waiting

Amongst the fossils and the poets.

Swimming by treasure and holy relics

Along the sunken byways, now silent,

Where once Atlantis’s children

Laughed and played.

Perhaps I won’t find Atlantis

And Luna won’t forgive me

But it doesn’t really matter

For I’m not looking for treasure

I’m not searching for pearls

For riches corrupt, bangles just corrode.

For as long as there’s the ocean,

Water flowing over my skin,

I’ll just dive down forever.

Forever down, beyond belief.

 

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