Intoxicated by the Moon

Intoxicated by the Moon

Eons span

       ever grows

    cobwebs…

      everyday heroes

weep

         and moon on

  metaphors

trip on magic…

         I have fallen for love &

       lies and the world

   ever-patient Earth… sunset and

soul…

      …

    clear shared…

      Fallen

Into

      the World of nevery

truths and soul-mates entwining

Into the

       weaving turn of

life…

        its spinning its stories and the

World ever-changing never changes

turns

        of an

         ever-patient Earth

melting into sunset and enlightenment

falling for love’s

lyric honesty

swept & spinning its

spinning poetry… all love…

I

         have fallen

in love

with my

dreams…

into the

  continuing Cosmic-soul spiralling

poetry and moon for

   eyes and beautiful

never stop spinning

never stop sharing stories and

   stories shared…

and strings and moon of

      Peace.

    tangled whispers

strengthen the of lesson

of sorrow

to know sorrow is to know

      love…

      I

      have dreams.

      The World endures and grows

lost stories unfold,

so truths and the

whisper of

spiritual harmony

       do no evil… feed the matrix

with the whisper of Peace.

        Fallen Into

Gossamer

      filaments

      fall into love…

I have dreams.

       The World never stops

          spinning its span

   singing its stories

  sharing the whispers

  that rise to

chronicle the dawning

of poetic

    truths and soul-sighs…

Moments of breathlessness

         every breath speaks true -

       so

wisely said

     Gossamer

      filaments of Midnight enlightenments

grace the whole of a universe

  and in moments made profound

by innocence

moonrise chronicles night- lives

          lives lived in love

shunning lies that yearn to

pervert all love’s lyric poetry…

      all love’s

         lyric poetry

    of

a whole universe in harmony…

Let moonrise

  chronicle

      life…

            she so wisely said,     

    and let the evolution thread where weaving energy

graces the Earth with

        Threads

     laced

in

       love &

strings knotted and counted

        each spinning poetry

of

    an ever growing web

        weaving

turn of

    a whole universe…  strings and moments

and moonrise metaphors

for

global love…

Seen… Midnight

through the haze

            of dream-catching-dreams

 shadows silken

 pass through the night

spaces found

where stopped

the

clock of innocence

but time

forms a web which

defends rain-walks

tells its

midnight tales…

And before that

all secrets

            fell

    to

the poets and bards

storytellers

who kept life alive…

brave delicate… simplicity

of love shared in

silken moments

day carries over into

the

shameless light

- fear not the night

the forgotten whispers

tangle

with the breeze…

Midnight moments exist

and persistent

dreams echo

poetry of the Earth… strands of the whole

where the Universe

             imparts philosophical

enlightenment

with the setting sun and

gestation

of moonrise sliding

crescent to full…

World collective chronicles continuing

connection

lives somewhat in

   progression

whirling in the diaphanous ether

its womb both

mortal fragility

and strength of Humanity

     stories & webs… weave

warmth

dream-catcher dreams of

 Earth…

in peace

& growing

… nightmares over

beautiful voices

            grow with song

 And stories heard and

shared and carried on

to meet the voices

of

future moments

Spin wisely wisdom

true as to life…

so fully lived that wisdom offered

threads no disguise…

growing in peace everyday

true woven filaments of everyday heroes

the world in span of eons

growing from infancy

to soul-mates of the Earth;

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POETRY and ART by SharonleeGoodhand© 2016

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