Moonlight

Another memory...

An orb that glows above the pale night sky,
A melody, a sorrowful symphony
One more lonesome song,
Within your arms is where I belong.

A conjuring wind, willow trees bend
Comfort me, cradle me,
To my heart’s content.
Sing to me my heaven sent.

Soaring thoughts of emptiness,
My visions now cloudy, lost?
Tell me reason, where have you gone?
Now I lay awake till dawn.

Pages covered with blood of mine,
Lingering drops of serpentine,
One more painful red line,
Love has finally run out of time.
Goodbye my wicked valentine.

Author's Note

I know this isn't much. I've been writing whatever lately. Oh well...

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

This is so wonderful! I love that last line!

[shallimarRose]

I think it's a lovely poem.. shallimarRose

[Aino A Järvinen]

I very much liked this one. "Pages covered with blood of mine," could be a metaphor for words or literal blood, both of which I comprehend as well as "one more painful red line." I especially like the second stanza and the "comforting wind." Well written, Princess. Thank you for sharing.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you so much.

[Rocans]

It was alright. I really liked your last stanza. It has a nice sound when read aloud. It was a decent write overall.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Appreciate it. Thank you so much :)

[Rocans]

:)

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Well I like this better, a lot better in fact , then that last verse went into rhyming overkill arghhh!

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Is that a good thing? the rhyming overkill? lol. Well thank you :)