Horizon painted in sorrow…
Slowly
Vanishing the red as a colour.
It is the finished hour,
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In the last 30 lines of this poem (I counted them!) you give us an extended metaphor of the MOON as the beloved or rather what you call his ABSENT COMPANY. I love the extravagance of this passage! The whole-hearted way you embrace this metaphor and derive from a monologue affirming the sincerity of the speaker, her worthiness for love, her absolute commitment. I have used lunar imagery in my love poems as you know, but I am always so cautious, I restrain the consequences it implies. That's another personal reason why these 30 lines affect me so deeply. You OPEN THE INNER EXPERIENCE of love, and it is a wonder. And yet this is a poem of anticipation rather than fulfillment, a poem of readiness rather experience. The medieval troubadours who shaped our concept of romantic love acording to Joseph Campbell this love of an absent beloved L'AMOUR DE LOIN Love from afar and considered it the purest test of true love. Which shows how deeply embedded in our nature is the love you celebrate. This poem will resonate in me, will grow in me.
My night is coming: Deeper and darker, Profoundly and mysteriously My soul... Reflected clearly up above In the lunar silver-ball: Full and static Yet, in a vibrant move; In its shadows grey, ..........touching with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared amazing.