Monday, May 22, 2006

In your hands I am made
and unmade. A tiny doll
spun in the circle of your eye.
Tucked in your dimple
the sparkle from my smile.
You feel like home to me.
Like the shore upon which
the sea arrives
at journey's end.

7 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

How exceedingly lovely this is Moon.

It is so gentle
soft like a summer scented breeze.

nicely done

5:38 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks Chris. I've had it half done for days, but no ending. Then it just popped out late last night.

5:55 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

In your hands I am made
and unmade.


A striking intro, and seemingly at the same time... soothing. ^_^ The whole piece flows, water-like.

Hullo. My first time here to comment, though I've been reading your poetry for a couple of nights now, enjoying the read immensely. ^_^ Do write more.

Cheers.

10:13 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

hello :) I've had your blog bookmarked for a long time now too. You write very nice stuff.

12:54 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

The challenge of the Moon.


Lapping
the wavelets
ripple across us

You sing to me
on the incoming tide
a voice carried
in the wing of an osprey
carving the sky alone

I have felt your face
within my hands
sifted through the
curve of shell
to pour onto my palm
and shimmer into the
glare of morning
infinite crystals
spreading on my skin
to cling
then wash away with
the sunset tides.

Across
the transient waters of internet
we slowly stoke
each cupping of the hand
embracing the sky
the sea
the way we should have been.

5:57 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

ohhhh you've got me making silly cooey noises. How lovely! Excellent!

6:21 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I am glad you liked it,I await your creation *smile*

9:30 PM  

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