One Poem by Myrtle Thomas

 

Late October Moon

1.

As if it were the lure of a bad moon

or the late October wind howling

but there was joy in the darkness

enough light to lie shimmering on the water

reflecting in the rapture of your arms

the adventures we found together

sharing the fruit of our love.

2.

My love we have shared the sweet things

made love in every room , enjoyed the splendour

some nights never noticing the moonlight

nor the twilight breaking through the curtains

if only my eyes could remain closed and hidden in dreams

and the dark robe of night cover me with comfort

let the glorious starlight of the universe guide me.

3.

I've heard some say " the love of my life "

but they have many " I say I've loved and been loved "

I've felt the warm ripples of a calm river -

I've listened to its song mixing with the kiss of the air

even the moon leads me away with its eyes

reminds me of the difference that we found together

my love I've known loneliness and known love's bloom.

4.

Darling I know the soft feel of your hands and the sigh

of your breath on my neck and my lips as we feel the fire

the light of the universe is pouring itself upon us tonight

burning our flesh with its rivers of fire and fury

the thunders we've felt for so long now still roar within us

time my love will find us one day like a lone flower in the wind

bending and turning us toward the portals that were closed.

5.

Morning comes with its own light  , burning our eyes and memory

the clocks are all moving too fast like a band of wild horses

carrying our dreams on their backs , their hooves sing fact or fiction

I notice the clouds in my coffee as I stir it with this spoon of silver

my thoughts sleep with every turn of my wrist against this hot liquid

I long for those cold winter snows when we were new and our hands

held that powerful spark that echoes still in our memories .

6.

Nothing but the loss of our breath can stop the bright lights

or the long shadows that are born from the moonlight

and we will have no hands to catch what comes or races from us

maybe we shall see one day what we were and were not

for we were never drunken by lust or imaginations

but driven by the ruby stones in our breast and the joy of fire

maybe tonight under the late October Moon my poetry

will be known as our novel , of love , romance and our flesh.

Myrtle Thomas has been writing for many years - poetry of love , life , loss and how we fit into nature. She has been published in " Otherwise Engaged Literature and Arts Journal , The Writers and Readers Magazine , Sincere Dalliances ,Lothlorien Poetry Journal , Ink Pantry , Masticadores USA , Chewers and Masticadores , Literary Cocktail Magazine , Fevers of the Mind Avalanches in Poetry 111 poetry , Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen. She hopes to connect with her readers the emotions that she feels and puts into her words.. You can find her poetry on ALLpoetry .com her Penn name is Blue2U. Myrtle is retired from a large manufacturing company which gives her time to follow her heart in her writing. She resides in the United States.