Moonshine

The moon shines bright and clear
chasing off the clouds that seek to cloak
the truth and beauty, once disguised,
now plain for all to see
I wandered through the endless night
lost in darkness, compass blind
with battle-weary bloodshot eyes
bloodstained hands and bloodstained mind
In forest deep, you bade your time
broke shield then sword, broke heart then mind
your single teardrop washed my eyes
the banshee howled and madness died
You touch my soul and win my heart
strip me of my tarnished armour
wash my wounds, patch me up
and dress me in your finest silver
And I awake and see my love
my heart in chains to beauty's splendour
breathless, moon-struck, born of woman
willing captive, ego broken
The moon shines bright and clear
giver of new life, reflection of the One
and the queen rides out again
happiness, her humbled servant by her side.
- (c) 2007 lovestruck subronski
Labels: Poetry



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