because you asked

because you asked

A Poem by Emily B
"

my contribution to the moon and me phenomenon going on lately

"

Here I sit

thinking of stars.

 

Thinking of you

under

those other stars.

 

Wanting to be up there

 

dancing

 

like the mortal moth.

 

The moon is bright.

The air is still.

Not damp. Not too cool.

 

Just clear.

 

With a sprinkling

of stars.

 

Let's stand barefoot

in dry grass

in an open field

under those stars.

 

Out where

nobody can see

and watch

the shadows fall.

 

Or walk out in darkness

finding

our halting way

fingers

twined loosely

step by step.

 

There is the moon, though.

And I believe,

somewhere,

the Creator

must be smiling.

 


© 2010 Emily B



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I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;

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Emily B

4 Years Ago

how did i miss all this?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

idk?



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and I think of mean old goat heads,sand burs,in my foot,my personal problem, but I digress,you know the craft how to weave a spell,hold a heart quicken its beat ,and pay thanks to the world around ,thank you for sharing,for giving my eyes beauty,letting my mind drift step by step.

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by the guiding light of stars.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Emily B

4 Years Ago

how did i miss all this?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

idk?
Is there a more beautiful way to extend an invitation? Because if there is, let me read it now. I remember, not too long ago, thinking very similar thoughts on a starlit night, and reading this, I am glad you found the words I did not.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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. oh ... i remember these words so well ... i remember being stunned by their beauty when i read them ... mesmerizing and magical poetry, emily ... absolutely gorgeous work ...

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The ambiance of this is so calming and refreshing..

Posted 5 Years Ago


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again you translate gentle beyond my own meaning of and maybe beyond it's own..ah i know the word i am looking for and still inadequate...'grace'

Posted 6 Years Ago


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I get really nice emotions from this. I enjoyed it fully, feeling like I'm walking through the night! I feel very calm after reading this:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


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again wonderful thoughts expressed by your pen Emily

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Loved this aand also bring in God at the end..Nice job, I could smell the damp grass under my feet..lola nd God bless..Kathie

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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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