Under the Moon

[crystalmoonshin]

I wrote this poem some years ago when I was feeling a bit down.

On a rocking chair
A whisper of nostalgia
Tears slide down the cheeks

Of beauty so fair
Hurt with deep melancholia
Nepenthe she seeks

Myriad of dreams rise
Alloy of gold and silver
In Utopia’s fire

Ephemeral eyes
Seeking a golden feather
Consumed in a pyre

The eyes of the moon
Avert to a far distance
Silk threads disappear

The heart in a swoon
An amaranth gives fragrance
But demands a tear

[Gaslampfantasy]

Just read this (only recently joined the forum) and i think it very good. I like words like 'nepenthe' they should not be forgotten.