Bedspreads of moonlight cover the fields,
Verse sinuously awakes,
Clings to thoughts as ivy does,
Affectionately round masonry-
Wind sings rhapsodies of perfume,
Collected from meadows and fields,
Closet of night brings forth dark cloaks,
For naked pain, romping confused.
Heartache and memory, a silent duo,
Often choose rendezvous at night,
Consummate betrothal in solitude,
Shy, of inquisitive eyes.
Aquarellist tears leave edge of the lids,
Glide o'er the canvas of cheek,
Pause on the chin tentative,
Spill onto the chest relieved.
Moonlight and I, confidants of old,
Wistfully confess being alone,
Melancholy buoys up vestigial passion,
Wily and wild, long indisposed.
Bathed by this mellow light I conclude,
Wolves howl for the moon agonized,
Fascinated with a mesmerizing love,
And claustrophobia that distance invites!
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Comments: 20
A wonderful story of two souls who are so "there" for eachother...
Amy - dear sister of the pen, I am absoultely delighted that you found this verse to your liking. That finally, makes writing so pleasurable . . . thank you.
Gerald - arousing your imagination with these lines, is a priceless achievement. I am deeply obliged . . . thank you, for your kind words.
Jackie - beautiful lady, I am stumped by your gushing compliments. You are always so wonderfully generous in your praise. I am deeply touched, thank you dear friend.
Collected from meadows and fields
I love these two lines, wonderful!
All I can do is ..sigh...what a gondola of words to glide with on the romantic inspiration of moonlight!
Absolutely beautiful...will read it again and again. Wish I could give you 20 here.
Minakshi - dear friend and fellow muse, what a superb compliment . . . you made my day. Thank you, for sparing the time to read this post.
Yolanda - its a real pleasure that you liked this verse - I'm grateful.