When the day is done
and a silver moon rises
on the crest of heaven
full, self-assured and bright
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This is so lovely..... Nosheen! A perfect blend of beauty and imagination!
A dream wakes in me of love; with the muse of peace and joy! Nice piece of work.
Hi Nosheen I take moon here, as a metaphor for for a lover visiting his lover at nightfall. All made up and handsomely attired to impress his love. He is in 'cloud nine' as he knows that his love is waiting. And confident too! All his friends are envious, naturally.
The night sky is my dream, my lover. I don't want to make her jealous by dreaming of mortals.: -)
Hahaha. I also love night sky. It is a huge inspiration for me. Thank you Kelly for witty remark.
Hard to imagine that the dream of dreams would ever be put to rest, to sleep even a fitful sleep. So close to the surface always at the very least a whisper in the air. I love the lunar majesty. The optical illusion of stars impossibly bright paling the silver moon. Jealous stars indeed. To link this heavenly scene, the physical, the spiritual in such a seamless and bitter-sweet manner leaves only the echo of an ache.......superb 10
Thank you so much Edmund for a brilliant review. Greatly pleased and obliged.
This poem is perfect. The imagery is beautiful. I particularly like the envious stars. A 10 for sure!
This is perfect, Nosheen. How resplendent indeed the heavens, and how powerfully beautiful within us the wonder of love. Your writing here is so precisely complete. You capture the magnitude of such a topic with such efficiency. Bravo, my good poet!