Oh brightest star

Oh brightest star

how she would shine

more brightly

in most darkest night.

Until one eve

she met the moon

who shone

most magnificent

losing her sight.

Hence there forth

through every tide

she would gaze

upon his splendour.

The moon would cast

her but a glance

beautifully tender.

A loveaffair

intensified

tide to tide

She would settle close

afloat by his left side.

Over time

her own sparkle

become so small and dim.

Her energy diminished.

she was fading

knowingly accepting

this love affair had finished.

Losing all purposefulness

forgetting the true meaning of hope.

Dreams would fade

along with the belief

that by his side

she would cope.

The reason for her existence

to bath within his spark

to offer up her light for him

so he could shine

more brightly

in the dark.

He noticed her

more rarely now

as his affections

began to dither.

He bore of her

tiny spark

soon she would fade

and wither.

Insignificant was she

compared to all his beauty.

Staying true to him

an unspoken duty.

One day, she started to die

as all stars do

thought it was his making.

Turning cold

with each full moon

her broken soul

was aching.

Time passed

she did try

to rekindle her shining.

Uneventful

this became

stars do not understand dying.

Once upon a time

a star must disengage

to become

more than just a star.

To be the shooting star at night

so full of promise

greater than the moon by far.

As they plummet to the earth

a wish upon

Shepard’s guide

Wiseman’s promise

lover’s dream

a supernova in the sky.

Outshining even

the fullest moon

whilst gently passing by.

Oh brightest star

rediscovered

whom she was meant to be

before she lost her fight.

For one moment

she became

the most magnificent vision

in darkest night.

MedusaMoon 2014

Meaninglessness.

Meaningless

existence!

To be or not to be?

Impossible to re-create

once life is blown out.

Death I find intolerable

I scream louder than shout.

Grief has struck

the reaper left

his grimness  shall remain.

I’m trying to make sense of it

yet reasoning’s insane.

Pointlessness

nonsensical

I barter with denial.

Forgiveness

forgetfulness

thus leaving you in style.

Overwhelming

mournfulness

emptiness

no smile.

Bitterness

seriously

does that seem like me?

Unhappiness

constantly

we start to agree.

 

MedusaMoon 2014

My Mistress…

My mistress has a

voice so sweet

melodic to melancholy

but it can change

anguish to anger

as she shouts so loud

for all to hear

that she has spoken

loud and clear.

The window rattles

I lay awake

on this cold morn.

Whist listening

my Mistress howl

her lonely song

she sounds forlorn.

Wailing

so desperately

her  despair

echoes

as her tone

fills my empty room.

A distant din

her voice attacks

all flora and fauna

surrounding my garden,

they do not stand a chance

against my lady’s frustration.

Silence falls

as she withdraws

her windy expression

just for a moment

until once more

she raises her voice

to blow away

this bluest morning.

MedusaMoon c 2013

Him!

No words describe

my love divine

inside of me

such sweet

devotion.

I gaze into

his starry eyes

and my heart

is left

wide open.

A life time

wasted

I looked for him

in every man

who left me empty.

My trust destroy

by others

yet, he restores

within me

fresh hopefulness.

My faith reborn

love is not a dream

nor a fairy tale

that is

unreachable.

Alas, I am living

in his creation

and bath in

these feelings

he evokes in me.

I wait for dawn

for a new day

when he and I

shall be united.

In harmony

a beautiful melody

I love this man

but we can’t

be.

Medusa 2013

Love’s Dance!

Destructive existence

a chosen destiny?

painfully persistence

how love

was meant to be?

your twisted resistance

finally destroyed me

hear this torment

I carry inside.

I cannot wash

your pain away

or even hold

this blame someday

nor promise our nightmare

will fade away

so I can hold you

in these arms.

In love’s life-time

I strove to be strong

desperately wanting

to belong

your love so cold

your heart felt wrong

never-ending dances

to love’s last song

hours sat in silence

faded love has gone.

My feelings of loss

I cannot explain

Consistent heartache

drove me insane

an eternalise battle

walk or refrain?

show me where

to start

I need time

time to heal

this wounded soul

your love unreal

when it is my turn

to deal

I try not to

break

your heart.

© MedusaMoon 2013

This Man!

 

Fear subsides

I see him now

Clearer than

before.

Within this man

lies love

so treasured.

I choose to hide

no more.

My child inside

so frighten.

Fearful

of pain, sorrow

and of joy

Yet, after one  night

wrapped inside of him

uncertainty

accepted.

I then

arose

once more.

Out of the darkness

this bitter sadness

of loneliness

and isolation.

Into his arms

so strong and inviting

oh him

I long to hold.

I need him now

so brightly beautiful,

his shining star

my guiding light.

I was lost

without purpose

until the moment

I meet his grace.

The instant

I glanced

upon his most

handsome face.

C  2013 MedusaMoon

JB.

His inner distress

encompassed me

I sat silent

unable to console

comfort

or offer solace.

He means the world to me

yet is unable to see

his beauty.

Amazingly creative

gentle, warm and kind.

My heart cries out to him

locked inside his detached mind.

Frustrated, depressed, alone

trying to relate

a world of confusion

struggles to understand

why he is different to I.

I wish to be a mirror

for his grace and awe

so he will notice

what I notice

fantastical, special man.

All my compassion and empathy

falls down around his feet

unable to relate to me

thus part of his defeat.

Be strong enough

to stand by his side

and offer him

unconditional loving nurture.

whilst ask for nothing in return

my challenge

as I learn to be with him.

He evokes me

my soul ablaze

I shine within his company.

He offers me

divine consolation

whenever the plight

of meaninglessness

surrounds me.

A gift

this man

whom I so need.

To walk beside me

as my friend.

In a world gone mad

it is he who permits me

to see the sense of it.

How cruel

that he can offer me

a universe of

wonderment and splendour.

While he is blind

to his own magnificence

or is able to see me

reflect his phenomenon.

My dearest friend

whom I called JB

I wish that you could feel

All that I see in thee.

MedusaMoon  © 2013