The storm is raging it's magic
Phenomenol in phosphorous tunes
Saturating the ground with nutrients
But Oh how I miss the moon
If only the moon wasn't hidden
The mystery would be more defined
With rain sliding down every moonbeam
Silhouettes of lovers would shine
The wind would scatter in droplets
A kaliedescope of tehnicolor
Drizzling passion in moon shine
Upon all the passionate lovers
Love and rain is magic
Moon shadows give out a glow
Together the mood changes magic
When fluid moonbeams flow.
The moon exists to bring out the passion in those of us hesitant, The storm exists to teach us the beauty of comfort in one another.
Your words exist to beg us to take another look at everything that is worthwhile, and that is the wonder of you, They are your gift to the world and all of us who strive to write down those things we can no longer keep within us. Love this, Pierre.
Susan, "With rain sliding down every moonbeam...silhouettes of lovers would shine," great lines with an alluring romantic twist. Truly a vivid canvas of images captured by your pen. I loved it!
Sweet Susan, I love the velvety night feel of the raindrops and the vision you create of a lover in silky robes of blowing with the wind as she is looking out the window at the rain and craving the moon at the same time. Can almost feel myself walking up behind her to lift her hair and kiss her... oops sorry Susan, guess your images were really vivid...or maybe it's me.
hugs
Fee
Great rhyme and rhythm in this one Susan - the skinny moon clouded over just before dawn here this morning, i especially liked these lines, the mix of rain and moonbeams makes this a lovely sensuous write -
If only the moon wasn't hidden
The mystery would be more defined
With rain sliding down every moonbeam
Silhouettes of lovers would shine
Swinging on a star -where's that jar -Fluid Moonbeams glowing from afar -{forgive me for song searching <>This is a Beautiful arrangement of words} * love ^Ted^
Susan,
You capture well the mystery and passion of a night-time drizzle.
I especially liked the "rain sliding down every moonbeam"
Very descriptive.
Leo
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2007
Moonbeams is another winner, but then I like all your poems. Victor
Susan,
A poem after my own heart...I love the moon of course. You can still feel the magical moonbeams even when you cannot see the moon...have faith, the moonbeams will surround you with its magic and beautiful energy..very lovely poetry indeed....
Peace, Love, and Moon Light,
Amber"V" Moonstone
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These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Your words exist to beg us to take another look at everything that is worthwhile, and that is the wonder of you, They are your gift to the world and all of us who strive to write down those things we can no longer keep within us. Love this, Pierre.
Lvoe Tinka
Love,
Eileen
With such a passionate atmosphere...
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You wanted the rain. Got it, eh? We got your heat and humidity LOL
hugs
Fee
If only the moon wasn't hidden
The mystery would be more defined
With rain sliding down every moonbeam
Silhouettes of lovers would shine
You capture well the mystery and passion of a night-time drizzle.
I especially liked the "rain sliding down every moonbeam"
Very descriptive.
Leo
A poem after my own heart...I love the moon of course. You can still feel the magical moonbeams even when you cannot see the moon...have faith, the moonbeams will surround you with its magic and beautiful energy..very lovely poetry indeed....
Peace, Love, and Moon Light,
Amber"V" Moonstone
Tavia
The sound of rain is always special.
Another gem Susan.
Walt