the moon, so silent, abstract and wondrous

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, February 23, 2011 1 comments

the moon, so silent,
abstract and wondrous for the life
it breathes in me which
easily ignites my desire

though i only wish to captivate it with words
i have no intention of ever reciting to you
it whispers of vagueness
and i listen intently

remembering when you and i shared within
the very spirit of beauty
each and every
midnight rendezvous 'til
i whisper 'i love you' through teary eyes

oh, if i could alter these memories then
i'd surely have us together, and
in the essence of dreams, forevermore...
forevermore

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

beautifully written.. sometimes all we have is our memories.

February 23, 2011 at 4:01 PM

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