Pale Cynthia

That glow is but a reflection of the Sun's smile
She waxes and wanes as He comes and goes
Pale Cynthia in her melancholy state
She weeps and smiles and sometimes
Hides away behind the mysterious clouds
Yet He shines, even in the darkest of times
She disappears in His blinding light
Only to be sought out again
Pale Cynthia in her melancholy state
Hers is a sad lover's fate.

Reviews

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. and as i think of her ... i am reminded of me ... alone and dark in an invisible stupor ... and i wonder ... all too well ... if pale cynthia is also me ... you are the sun, alex ... grateful for the sunshine you bring into the cafe ... your words are so pristine ... and so mesmerizing and so moving ...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh..I cannot claim to be a sun, Serah...but then since You so say You are the North Star...the brightest of all the heavens..always present..always guiding..lovely...sought by all...You are no moon! Absolutely not...Cynthia reflects the suns light...she disappears when he comes...You are a strong woman...an exceptionally phenomenal passionate exquisite poet...I am so incredibly glad You find them so...it is almost entirely too much...this happiness You bring me....
Thank You, Serah :)