Mesmerizing moon, full-bodied, pearly white, stirs desire so long unfulfilled. Alone again, I contemplate long, dark night of loneliness and lay me down in wet grass, confessing things I wish I’d done to twinkling stars who I know will keep my secrets. Then, I gaze into the Void from whom there are no secrets. I recant, take back confession premature, reach far into the blackness for strength that escapes me now.
A whispering wind soothes my spirit, broken, battered by harsh deprivation. Some touch of grace all that mattered, yet denied me for so long, oh, Lord. So long. You have disappeared into the starry night and comfort me no more. In abstentia, you allow a luminous lunar orb to inch closer to me, as if to remind me the Creator is alive and tending to the universe tonight. And I am grateful to know as much but so lonely; God, I am so alone.
Wow!
I can't help having such a feeling that you wrote this poem so I wouldn't have to.
I'm pretty busy, thanks for saving me the time.
Hope I save you some time one of these days.
I also don't feel quite so alone.
:)
John
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I can't help having such a feeling that you wrote this poem so I wouldn't have to.
I'm pretty busy, thanks for saving me the time.
Hope I save you some time one of these days.
I also don't feel quite so alone.
:)
John