As day is to night

Let me capture sunlight in my hands
Its rays won’t filter through my
fingers, clutched within my palm

I shall hold the moon light
Watch its beams, across the longitude
of arches, not releasing back in to
the darkened sky for the world to own

For they are mine in this very moment
As the day eases into night, finding
once more its resting place, it belongs
to me and no one else

As I take you, for who you are
For sun can shine, on a winters day
The moon will be, though clouds conceal
as you are at times, hidden from my view

 

©JMTacken 13.5.2014

 

Photo Credit: www.deviantart.com  Sun Rise Moon Rise

through the pines – Prose

Rove beyond the pines standing straight and tall
gather bracken, wood and leaves to make our bed
lay your body on the ground, gaze towards the clouds
as you wait, I shan’t be long to take my place
laying by your side

hands we’ll hold and skin will touch as fingertips
entwine, we’ll watch stars shoot across the sky
capturing glimpses of the crescent moon that peeks and
hides, we shall listen to the night wind as it journey’s
through the trees and breathe the nettles of the pines that
stand so straight and tall

lips will meet with eyes open wide, I’ll stare into
the ocean of your soul, on a bed of bracken, wood
and leaves, as gentle fingers caress my back
quivering at your deft touch, the taste of skin has
quenched me, the moon and stars witness to our love

the night quietly fell away, eyes opened by the
sunrise just beyond the hill, through the pines
that stand straight and tall on the bracken, leaves
and wood; morning in the forest where we made love
the night before, I shall blush asking if you
love me, you answer with a smile, in my bosom
the beat is silent replaced with violins and harps

mirage

[youtube.com/watch?v=K6RBZZOJfn0]

sunset
before the darkness throws a blanket
that tucks the world to sleep
I search
through desert sands barefoot
and the wind will blow and nothing will remain

heat shimmers – belly dancer
it slows my steps, but not my heart
I have a thirst
only you can quench
and the wind will blow and nothing is the same

you are real, my memories clear
a chance meeting, we are kindred
you asked me to follow
to the ends of the earth
the end of the sand
and the wind will blow and I am near

oh moon be patient; let the sun breathe
its final breath, visions of you haunt
I feel you in my heart
but my touch is out of reach
mirage
oasis
and the wind blows… leaving me thirsty

Decastich – Oceans Edge

Decastich is any whole poem or free verse of 10 lines.

My eyes weep not from sadness but from
the gentle warm breeze that floats this
night, shuffling bare feet in golden grains,
marking the sand with a slide of foot,
tasting the sea air as it rests on my lips,
watching the half-moon hide behind clouds,
reaching out to touch stars that light up
the darkness, gently embracing the glow of
midnight light that bathes the darkened seas,
inwardly smile at the beauty that surrounds me.