Catching Fireflies until Twilight
the night comes deep and longing
and in the darkness the moon detangles itself
whispering past the stars and your eyes open
here in this solitude, I hear you in my heart.
once it was like shattering glass windows
or like soft steam rising toward me
once I was but a shadow in the darkness
a wave of dust in the wind , a wisping secret.
can you feel the fire in the universe of my eyes?
how long I lingered in the wilderness of my soul
carrying the yearning spirit in my hand releasing the
dove
and on the wings of night, you came to me like a song.
in love I became a shining star a candle in the twilight
carrying stars and moonlight in my eyes
the fire of passion and the hot coals that linger and smoulder
you are the soft wind that stirs my fire I dance in
the flames.
O' these times when I think of an empty sky! a night without a
moon
or a heaven without
wind nights without a
dream
what is left after a fire but ash cooling on a rough horizon
maybe only the memory of fire in the night sky dancing with stars
Soul Searching
eyes that open in the morning light
never feel the same as yesterday
never can recall the look of last night's stars
nor can lips recall the first
kiss left in a shadow
O' light that falls into the darkness
like the silence of a rose opening in the sunlight.
moonstruck I once was standing exposed and naked
my breath but a shallow whisper exhaled and forgotten
my face disappearing like twilight and the scent of wine
and the stars covered me in secret shades of silver
as I held the lantern of the sky in my hands for an hour
their delicate dust can't be recalled nor mishandled.
how was the night so quickly divided by reality?
when once my dreams wept and spilled on my pillow
like that long ago kiss that left my memory and stained me!
and tattered my youthful clothing like a rag hung on a tree
the wind of time rages un-mercifully on body and memory
until the soul steals away in its own shadow!
thoughts race and fumble in the darkness so quietly
and no one can tell of the blindness that weeps within
where has my mind gone in the numbness of my body?
or the self I once knew in my youthful hours of daylight!
my fingerprints evaporate in the time of trial and error
while only I can see my spirit disappear between dusk and dawn.
Myrtle Thomas has been writing poetry for many years on the internet and has self published four poetry books. She has been included in two publications “ Otherwise Engaged Literature and Art Journal “ and in The Writers and Readers Magazine. She writes contemporary poetry on the topics of love , loss and nature. Myrtle is retired from a large hospital manufacturing company which gives her more time to follow her dream of poetry. Myrtle lives in the USA and is a wife , mother and grandmother.
Thank you for the terrific poetry Myrtle Thomas. There is much sensitivity in it. I like the way you don't shy away from "poetic" words and natural objects, moon , stars. These things are a poet's bread and butter in my view. I know there is much said or felt between the lines also. Really good writing. Thank you again
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