Tripping on Silence: Intrepid and Starry
The moon lies on her back
Cold sober
Bereft of the low lying hills
Supine under the indigo sky
We speak in tongues
Waking the birds
Speeding by lighthouses and
Clam shacks and pavement
We may have disappeared
Once or twice
Only to reappear from
Bay to bay
In successive epochs
Of coquettish, ruinous trysts
-passing and passing us by-
We're stretched out in the sand now
Wave upon wave
Falling short of bare feet
The sea's intimate tide
Bound to the moon's toes
As she gazes over the horizon
Across the sea and through zones
The dawn smiles organic
The blue of a Chinese sky
Chasing the stars home
Through neutral white and
neutral view of us and light
Back at the house
The flight after flight of stairs
To her room over the peer
The sombre freckle on her chin
I kissed as we said goodbye
Cold sober
Bereft of the low lying hills
Supine under the indigo sky
We speak in tongues
Waking the birds
Speeding by lighthouses and
Clam shacks and pavement
We may have disappeared
Once or twice
Only to reappear from
Bay to bay
In successive epochs
Of coquettish, ruinous trysts
-passing and passing us by-
We're stretched out in the sand now
Wave upon wave
Falling short of bare feet
The sea's intimate tide
Bound to the moon's toes
As she gazes over the horizon
Across the sea and through zones
The dawn smiles organic
The blue of a Chinese sky
Chasing the stars home
Through neutral white and
neutral view of us and light
Back at the house
The flight after flight of stairs
To her room over the peer
The sombre freckle on her chin
I kissed as we said goodbye
posted by ... at 9:47 PM
11 Comments:
Sounds quite the lovely evening
very sweet and serene.
inspirational
Many posts of the moon I have read today
so I must write
We're stretched out in the sand now
Wave upon wave
Falling short of bare feet
The sea's intimate tide
Bound to the moon's toes
As she gazes over the horizon
your words are entirely waves upon my soul..many thanks for your inspiration
gel - If there's anyone who knows anything about the moon, it's you. Thanks for the compliment!
ozymandiaz - Thank you.
"Many posts of the moon I have read today." Very Yoda.
Write you shall.
iamnasra - Thank you for the visit, and for your incredibly kind remarks.
We specialize in soul around here.
Soft and quiet
and solid, like that freckle
delight
The title alone is a blast of wit. ^_^ (Loved it!) With that and lines such as "coquettish, ruinous trysts," I reckon the wordsmith in you has been stretching muscle, working out, so to speak.
p.s.
I read the comments above and your reply to them. I almost keeled over, chuckling till my tonsils hurt, when I read Yoda being mentioned. Heehee. ^_^
echo - That freckle is a delight!
_soulless_ - Thanks! Yup, pumping mental iron.
p.s.
Ha! Yoda fan we are?
From I to VI, my dear. From youngling, yes, I have been. ^_^
(To be his padawan, oh, I but swoon! *bats lashes*)
(To be his padawan, oh, I but swoon! *bats lashes*)
Hahahahaha! Oh, god. I nearly fell out of my chair when I read that. I don't even know what it means exactly, but I love it. It sounds... saucy.
And I think you and Yoda would be the wisest, most nimble couple in the galaxy. Hands down.
(This is going somewhere. I feel it.)
We may have disappeared
Once or twice
Only to reappear from
Bay to bay
These lines will remain with me everyday, reminding me of what I need to remember. They are powerful. And the words in here are so lovely, sometimes, taking me away to a place I have been so often there. I hope you are having fun chasing the stars home and kissing damsels goodnight ;)
gel - Shy? Not you. Couldn't be. Hmmm...not sure about sage either in this case. But I like your incorporation of the word "thrusting". It sounds devilish. :)
p.s.
The image of you dancing in the moonlight made me think of Rusalka, a Tchaikovsky nymph.
sz - Your words are too kind. Thank you.
Yes, I'm trying to squeeze in more than a little time for star chasing and damsel kissing. You know what they say about all work and no play ;)
i sent this mass text out, like two fridays ago:
"the moon lies supine on her satin black sheet. she wants you to climb the atmosphere, to the troposphere, to the stratosphere, and do her."
oh, blarney. looks like you're the original. i'm just paste.
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