The Haunted One

When night gives pause to the pale moon above

where beauty found me once, my heart, your love

still warms this tender place where I’ve become

a prisoner to the night, the haunted one

 

Catching whispers of moonlit memories

of words that lovers say, now reveries

to dress my pillow, silly as it seems

with visions of you love, and in these dreams…

 

You kiss my lips and brush the falling tears

in which I drown and yet I breathe, the years

cannot erase the ache, although divine

are the night skies above when moonlight shines

 

You may keep a piece of this heart that grieves

and I will keep the night, the memories

Author's Note

art ~ Karol Bak
poetry ~ MsJewel

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, kind and wonderful words shared my dear friend.
"You kiss my lips and brush the falling tears
in which I drown and yet I breathe, the years
cannot erase the ache, although divine
are the night skies above when moonlight shines"
I did like the above lines. You made the reader believe and see the words written. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[MsJewel]

Thank you so much for the lovely review :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome, dear Julie.

[John the Baptist]

A classic romance poem here. The moon has traditionally been a symbol of romantic love and it is used very effectively here. As is often the case, the beloved is somewhere distant. Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.

[Sami Khalil]

Very romantic and emotive. So many lines to pick and enjoy in the oneness and effect of love. You are good at this wonderful genre.

[Sami Khalil]

"You kiss my lips and brush the falling tears

in which I drown and yet I breathe, the years"

[Sami Khalil]

"Catching whispers of moonlit memories

of words that lovers say, now reveries"