celestial dreamer

There's a moon in your voice.
A wonder I'm often fascinated by
even before the sky
begins her dulcet dance
of multi saturated hues;
deftly stroked from a fine worn palatte
and lingering for the touch
of a nights lonely transgression.

You swallow a silver hope
that becomes eclipsed
by sorrow at times.
Waning, waning;
sighing a dark sea lost tear.
Chaotic and free,
and a fair blues progression
that ripples in a gaping wound.
Lost dreamer
that cradles stars heavily
in a visionary soul.
A longing September zephyr
caressing black feathered scars.

I watch you grasping
for something I've never known.
Relentless while serenading
a pale globes romance.
Waxing, waxing;
breathing an eternal painting
heavens bleed for.
Cadence for an angel.
You shine in those moments;
luminescent and pure.
A bright velvet light
whisking between the clouds;
passionate lunar rays
overcoming the darkness.

There's a moon in your voice
that inspires me to try.