Poem -

Dark Bloom

The Moon Ignites

Dark Bloom

Ours was called a netherworld
Love that burned in the dark
Our hearts screamed for light
Bloodlust for a spark

A storm would ignite
Desires, sins of fire
Ablaze, we would rise 
Flames growing higher

In the glow of the moon burst
Ice cold lies become true
They told us we were lost 
like our wanton dreams
They pointed to Hades
Ours was called heaven
Love that exploded
Travelled in a quantum memory
Forever to be explored
In the night sky we cried
And rained stars on the sea
Rivers of fiery tears flow
Course like veins below
'neath the surface of life
our love's death was dreamed
It is real
It awaits the light and spark

Love that burned in the dark
Will rise and bloom 
As the moon ignites

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I think this poem is awesome in delivery, idea,and passion. Just a brilliant write and I think some people have missed it like I almost did simply because a lot of people are off for the holidays!..............................Jim.....AWESOME!

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Michael Roy

Thank you Jim. I appreciate your feedback as always. Happy holidays! 

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Jill Tait

Awww a brilliant pen my
poetic penfriend & pinned 

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