Under The Blue of a Shattered Moon

Under the blue

of a shattered moon,

pastel dew drops

kissed my skin.

Like petals on the wind,

are the tracings your fingers

left on my shoulders.

Caught in our tumultuous rapture

leaves did pirouette from their branches,

raining down around us.

Resplendent in the moon’s illumination,

glass flowers lapsed into

acquiescence of our demonstration.

Here, among the lolling grasses

cloaked in darkness,

we joined the secrets night withholds

witnessed only by the stellar denomination.

Touched by our connection,

they halted time,

if only for a moment,

etching us in eternity.

In mutual celebration,

creatures of nocturnal preference

created a scene

unveiled only to our

unseeing eyes.

Fireflies whirled in ancestral dance,

birds awoke to sing.

Exposing  tender skin to night,

fish crashed through  mirrored surfaces, and

grasses bent to caress the ground.

The wild grew tame,

and the tame gave in to the wild

We knew only each other,

under the blue of a shattered moon.

 

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I am submitting this poem to Open Link Night for dVerse Poets Pub, week 96.  Once again, I encourage anyone who enjoys writing and reading poetry to check out their site.

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15 thoughts on “Under The Blue of a Shattered Moon

  1. ayala says:

    Beautiful poem!

  2. Poet Laundry says:

    Passionate. Lovely imagery 🙂

  3. Beautifully told, carefully woven. Loved the dancing of both leaves and fireflies. Ah, the night does hold such secrets, under your “stellar denomination…” First time here, loved it. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/05/13/stealth-is-everything-sunday-whirl/

  4. kelly says:

    This is beautiful and magical, sensual and romantic. just lovely!

  5. Absolutely delish! what a romantic setting you write for us. Pure magic.

  6. Wow…I love this…it’s delicious and a bit intoxicating. In a good way. Powerful.

  7. Grace says:

    I love the unfolding of the beauty of the night, the connection, the wild /tame nature, then finally, beholding each other ~ Lovely writing ~

  8. Such gorgeous images that you conjure here–beautifully done!

  9. Tracy says:

    the strong beginning and the strong finish is brilliant what is not shattered under the moon…thank you

  10. brian miller says:

    we joined the secrets that night withholds…love that line…and the imagery around it is magical…the glass flowers…fireflies, leaves pirouquette….all very cool elements…

  11. claudia says:

    what a dance…my fav parts….Fireflies whirled in ancestral dance….The wild grew tame,
    and the tame gave in to the wild…. nice….

  12. Profoundly moving piece of poetry! Love love love it!

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