In her gauzy garments
Above the bowing trees
The moon has many lovers
In the sighing breeze.

They all take her dancing
In exotic lands
They give her sparkling diamonds
They kiss her milk-white hands.

She is round & fullsome
Or slender as a waif
When she is then waning
Her flowers are kept safe.

Silken skeins of darkness
When she's waxing full
Are parted by her brightness
She is NEVER dull!

Her beaux are all so courtly
But she eschews them all
Her only love can make her pale
She burns at his call...

She lets out her moonbeams
Through her eyes they weep
She loves the one eclipsing her
They can NEVER meet!

She, so strong within her court
Will curtsey when he comes
The moon has many lovers

But she's taken by the SUN.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019

Candle, candle
Burn so bright
Guide me through the shadows tonight
Wispy smoke
Fill in my nose
The lovely scent
Of burning rose

The color of the world fades to a dull haze
Vibrancy mutes,
Like a song forgotten
My body floats away
Like a leaf severed from it's branch
The world dissolves
Like sand between my fingers.

The woman that birthed me
Turns into someone I don't know.
I'm numb
And she's not real
She's just an illusion
A figment of my imagination
How can I escape it?
This dream
Starts to feel like a nightmare.

I chase you like a dog,
relentless, unwavering,
with legs that tire
but never stop,

fueled by a never-ending desire
to be loved.

My eyes see past your soul,
piercing the depths of your being,

I've become a secondary character
in my own movie,
obsessing over your every move,
every breath.

You're the director,
and I want to be a star,

but alas, I'm just a pawn
on the board,
my heart beating to the rhythm
of your name,

a prisoner of my own passion.

we know each other better than we know ourselves...

I
for
got
for
mality
for
it fermented
itself
in
for
ming
years of
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