Dark Muse
05-16-2011, 12:37 AM
Moon Faced Beauty
Where has she gone?
my sullen beauty,
who haunted me so
through the long endless nights,
where once she taunted
with her alluring light
which shone above all
in the isolated darkness.
But no longer may we be
so alone to share in our secret
fears and whispered desires,
she no less a mystery has become
shy, perhaps pulsing with envy
that she is no longer the only
vessel of light.
She abstains to compete
with artificiality of a world
which is aglow in neon colors,
unnatural but tantalizing,
screaming they announce
themselves, boasting their trivialities
they have no secrets to hide
they conceal nothing.
Now she has become coy
and denies me her presence,
no longer will she slyly
and cunningly reveal herself
to peek through my windows
at night and reach out to
penetrate into my dreams.
In a world which seems
to be so alive, and the deafening
silence banished by the sounds
of midnight melodies and drunken laughter,
when no longer the darkness is so
complete that it seems to render me
obsolete and swallows me whole
leaving me surprised every morning
when I still wake, I never have before
felt more forsaken.
And how I would trade it all in,
sacrifice that dazzling light,
vanquish the spectacle of towering
skyscrapers, and retreat to the farthest
corners of the Earth, if only you will
again show me your rising moon face.
Where has she gone?
my sullen beauty,
who haunted me so
through the long endless nights,
where once she taunted
with her alluring light
which shone above all
in the isolated darkness.
But no longer may we be
so alone to share in our secret
fears and whispered desires,
she no less a mystery has become
shy, perhaps pulsing with envy
that she is no longer the only
vessel of light.
She abstains to compete
with artificiality of a world
which is aglow in neon colors,
unnatural but tantalizing,
screaming they announce
themselves, boasting their trivialities
they have no secrets to hide
they conceal nothing.
Now she has become coy
and denies me her presence,
no longer will she slyly
and cunningly reveal herself
to peek through my windows
at night and reach out to
penetrate into my dreams.
In a world which seems
to be so alive, and the deafening
silence banished by the sounds
of midnight melodies and drunken laughter,
when no longer the darkness is so
complete that it seems to render me
obsolete and swallows me whole
leaving me surprised every morning
when I still wake, I never have before
felt more forsaken.
And how I would trade it all in,
sacrifice that dazzling light,
vanquish the spectacle of towering
skyscrapers, and retreat to the farthest
corners of the Earth, if only you will
again show me your rising moon face.