Temple of Moon

CindyB

The night slides in -
Sealing itself to the earth,
Here in the Temple of Moon.
Let something come from nothing,
A beautiful cataclysm.
We live for this -
Drunk on midnight and silver stars,
Blood in the wine - bitter and beautiful.
All the ages of the earth
Pass in the slow drag of your fingers
Across stone,
Stitching our memory into the rock.
Sacred lines, holy poetry -
Laugh mad and sing wild,
Love cannot save us from fate.
We only dance when there's no one around,
Around and around on our holy ground.

 

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2019 00:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Neville

    Welcome to MPS.. your first post was thoroughly enjoyed, may there be many more... All Good Things....

    • CindyB

      Thank you šŸ˜Š

      • Neville

        my pleasure & true.. N

      • Caleb.A

        Beautiful, I love this piece! ā€œWe only dance when thereā€™s no one aroundā€ - tis true, only alone can we be ourselves at times.
        ā€œLove can not save us from fateā€
        ā€œLet something come from nothingā€



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