A Moonlight's Quill

The Moon pens a poetry...

A Poet’s pen speaks of poetry

Spoken under the moonlight of scattered nights

Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie

Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time

 

They are of words of absolute truth

An enigma of echoing thoughts

with the passion of smiles and tears

A puzzle in pieces of life

yet to be unraveled by untainted eyes

and souls beating of true heart

 

They are of verses of dramas

A hanging Light within the bounds

of magic and reality, of dragons and fires

Forever floating like drifting mist

carried by the everyday wind

never touching the mind of the stagnant stream

 

They are of tides of the setting sun

Rising and falling with man and the Moon

They speak of sunriseof a new dawn

aging like the Sage, with the wisdom of the Crone

 

And tonight…

A Poetry speaks when a Poet pens

Beyond the night of scattered lights

In the time of a burning candle

…the setting of the dusk of the sun

will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas

 

10.09.07

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

An eloquent poem with amazing use of vocabulary!

[Courtney]

I seem to have read a number of poems trying to describe what poetry is in a sense. But I've never read one quiet like yours. That's a good thing by the way. "Poets pen speaks of poetry," good write.

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks Courtney!

[Courtney]

My pleasure, :)

[Deepankar]

Lovely write.......

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks!

[GorgEOus NiGhtMarE]

Beautiful :)

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks!