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Moonlight Shrine
The sea is silent, solemn, still.
I walk the night, her by my side.
While angels weep their sovereign will
None would instinctively abide.
The chasm dark and deep and dire,
Oh it was fire that led me here.
Mad pulsings of my own desire
To claim something of yesteryear.
And yet some ghosts should not be stirred,
No, some things are better left dead.
Now brought back to life, via word,
I can't shake the voice from my head.
Moonlight on the waves, beautiful.
I feel my feet wet, have I veered?
It matters not, feeling this pull
Deep within a soul long been steered.
And so push on, water at waist,
Refuse to look back, never will.
A cold death more easily faced
Than what unseeing eyes instill.
That lingering chill on my back,
These freezing waters seem so warm.
Sinking unto this world of black
That's somehow freed me of the storm.
Yesterday's dream cast today's shame,
One more step, head slips neath the brine.
With nothing left unto my name,
The ocean now become the shrine...
...Of all once sacred, now seen taint.
...of all once hallowed and wished for.
I step again, sealing our fate
To hopes cast upon nevermore.
Published 8th Jan 2016
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8th Jan 2016 6:41pm
22nd Jan 2016 11:29pm
Thank you, Ahavati. Too much practice in that forum I suppose. Appreciate your reading and commenting. :)
Michael
Michael
8th Jan 2016 6:43pm
there is a place here in cape town called three anchor bay, where i often sit & write... my favorite poet [ingrid jonker] walked into the ocean there & this reminded me of that ...
... love [if it exisists] is a burden at times, no? a pocket full of stones awaiting a rogue wave
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so poignant your pen this evening mon ami
xo
... love [if it exisists] is a burden at times, no? a pocket full of stones awaiting a rogue wave
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so poignant your pen this evening mon ami
xo
22nd Jan 2016 11:34pm
Ah, definitely agree with the pocket full of stones theory, dear Katja. Still can't figure out how those rogue waves sneak up to us as we walk straight out I to the water, facing forward. Just luck I suppose, mon amie. :) Thank you for the visit... will be reading up on Jonker this weekend. :)
Michael
Michael
9th Jan 2016 2:38am
Wow Michael......this is a stunning write enchanting write.....the visuals are beautiful.....luv the feel I had as I read thru it......RL for me....enjoyed this so very much xo :)
22nd Jan 2016 11:41pm
Ah, so glad to have you visit my page, flowergirl, and that you truly felt this one. :) I'm honored by your RL add. Thank you so much.
Michael
Michael
9th Jan 2016 3:46am
Michael a lovely haunting write.
The wanting to forget>
The inability to let go...
Makes my heart stir in remembrance
of such a love. One so many years gone but never forgotten.
Keith
The wanting to forget>
The inability to let go...
Makes my heart stir in remembrance
of such a love. One so many years gone but never forgotten.
Keith
22nd Jan 2016 11:45pm
Ha, forgetting is an impossibility... even quelling a damned effort me thinks, Keith. I don't try to do either. To do so would tarnish the beauty of the love experienced. That's what I keep telling myself anyway...lol. glad you can relate from that vantage point anyhow. :) Appreciate your visit, my friend.
Michael
Michael
