The Whisperers by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
The Whisperers
Watching them, the two of them
Their young hearts warmed by one another,
We whisper, whisper, whisper,
"Could it be? Are they in love?"
They can't see, no they can't see.
They flirt and laugh and sparkle sweet,
We murmur, murmur, murmur,
"Cease flirtation, lovebirds two."
"When," we ask, "oh when," we ask,
"Will they both see they're meant to be?"
We whisper, whisper, whisper,
Until all our thoughts come true.
The paradox of falling in love,
The equinox of falling away,
The loss of light in the evening glow,
The music sings for the world to know,
And he stands there, silver cup in hand,
The paradox of his faded land,
They call him Lord, they call him Master,
They call him Spring, they call him Summer,
But they all serve the Sun,
And he with the moon is one,
The paradox of glass kept for show,
The equinox, when the light moves slow,
Across the henge made so many years ago,
The clarity in his touch,
The monotony of his voice,
She captured him and let him go,
The paradox of love as we fall,
The paradox of nothing at all.
I am eternity,
I am a raindrop in that pool,
Who is he?
What is he?
I have an answer for you.
He is the mystery, the endlessness of summer
And yet he is the promise of Fall,
Beautiful face, sardonic grin,
Lips that I long to kiss,
Smile that I long to keep,
The body that I long to have warm me
On the cold winter evenings.
Yes, even an innocent has those feelings too,
I confess to you, to anyone.
Who is he? What is he?
When shall he see me for how I feel?
In sleep I beg for his kiss,
And in the morning I run from his gaze.
I am eternity,
I am a raindrop in a pool,
I am burning with lust for a boy I barely know.
I am eterni
The Pain of Guilt by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
The Pain of Guilt
The Pain of guilt,
Such a cool feeling, but tearing
And then with fire.
The knowledge that made Adam and Eve learn,
That pain, that was guilt then too,
And shame is hot but guilt is cool
Like steel, like polished steel.
And I wonder, why must it happen?
Why must she die and perish?
The one I love like a sister forever,
Soon to die,
The girl I abandoned until I learned the truth.
The pain of guilt, the cool loneliness,
The icy feeling and the lump in your stomach.
God forgive me.
A Sunday With Ian by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
A Sunday With Ian
Ian looks at me shyly from the driver's seat of his battered, green Volkswagen and hands me a steaming cup of coffee. So, how was your date with Eric?
Passable. We shot pool and danced a bit but he wasn't much for conversation.
Ian smiles a knowing smile, his soft eyes full of warmth. I know what you mean. Jessica isn't much of a talker either. All she cares about are those purses she works every day trying to sell. He takes a sip from a flimsy foam cup that I know is filled with hot chocolate. So, do you want to go down by the ocean?
I always do, but today I wonder if Ian wants to go som
The earth is quiet now by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
The earth is quiet now
The earth is quiet now,
And her silence tugs at me like morning tugs
To awaken me, she awakens me
And I am haunted by the dreams of the night,
But the earth's silence will not desist
Even though the light filters through each branch
And the blue of autumn whispers through the sky
And the warning persists.
What is wrong? What is our sin?
What is my sin? Have I caused you harm?
She will never reply,
Even though there is birdsong,
And even though there is the rambling of a river,
There is no reply.
The earth is silent this morning, and we await life
A life that is not the kind that walks,
Nor the kind that weeps or dies,
But the
The earth is quiet now by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
The earth is quiet now
The earth is quiet now,
And her silence tugs at me like morning tugs
To awaken me, she awakens me
And I am haunted by the dreams of the night,
But the earth's silence will not desist
Even though the light filters through each branch
And the blue of autumn whispers through the sky
And the warning persists.
What is wrong? What is our sin?
What is my sin? Have I caused you harm?
She will never reply,
Even though there is birdsong,
And even though there is the rambling of a river,
There is no reply.
The earth is silent this morning, and we await life
A life that is not the kind that walks,
Nor the kind that weeps or dies,
But the
A Sunday With Ian by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
A Sunday With Ian
Ian looks at me shyly from the driver's seat of his battered, green Volkswagen and hands me a steaming cup of coffee. So, how was your date with Eric?
Passable. We shot pool and danced a bit but he wasn't much for conversation.
Ian smiles a knowing smile, his soft eyes full of warmth. I know what you mean. Jessica isn't much of a talker either. All she cares about are those purses she works every day trying to sell. He takes a sip from a flimsy foam cup that I know is filled with hot chocolate. So, do you want to go down by the ocean?
I always do, but today I wonder if Ian wants to go som
The Pain of Guilt by shedancesformoonsong, literature
Literature
The Pain of Guilt
The Pain of guilt,
Such a cool feeling, but tearing
And then with fire.
The knowledge that made Adam and Eve learn,
That pain, that was guilt then too,
And shame is hot but guilt is cool
Like steel, like polished steel.
And I wonder, why must it happen?
Why must she die and perish?
The one I love like a sister forever,
Soon to die,
The girl I abandoned until I learned the truth.
The pain of guilt, the cool loneliness,
The icy feeling and the lump in your stomach.
God forgive me.
What can be said? I'm pretty simple, it's my ideas that need explaining... lots and lots of explaining. I'm a writer with a weakness for musicians.
Current Residence: A lonely seaside village. Favourite genre of music: Swing and 80's rock Favourite photographer: ANybody who can capture the beauty of the world. Favourite style of art: Impressionism Operating System: Linux??? Favourite cartoon character: Too many to count Personal Quote: For each fragment of creativity there is a muse, one who will always give inspiration.
Favourite Visual Artist
Monet
Favourite Movies
Too many to count
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Duran Duran
Favourite Writers
John Steinbeck
Favourite Games
Online Majhong
Other Interests
Writing, singing, and falling in love (or out as the case may be).
Romantic relationships gone awry are usually much worse than crushes rejecting you.
Coffee is your friend...
If you want to convince your parents that you're a responsible young adult you have to put on a very convincing act.
Some secrets make a good friendship and others are meant to be told.
So the big bang happened. What caused that?
If falling in love involves our more primitive sense of smell then we can blame America's divorce rate on perfume.
You can learn a lot by watching old movies.
Nicknames can be fun (as long as they're not curse words, names for the opposite sex, or the ever so irritating "Hey You.)
I'm so tired... my head feels as though it will explode. I don't know why but every time I get a cold I get a B-E-A-utiful sinus headache to complement it! Oh goody... So, anybody who reads this, I hope you are well and have a pleasant day/evening/afternoon (depending where you are).