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The Eclectic Pen - words and moonlight

By: Michael A. (cicadasounds)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 12/30/2008
Last Updated: 12/30/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 199

  Words blur
I re-read the passage
Again and again and again

The weight of incomprehension
Builds with each paragraph,
Fluttering along the lashed ridge
Of my lowering eyelids.

I return the book
To itís family mound
That makes up my only
Night-time companion

With a tired reluctance
The light is stolen
By my traitor hands.
And the moonlight serenade begins
With shadow and light

The trees offering
Negative space to the lunar composition
Fleetingly written on the walls and ceiling
Above my pillowed head.

My head lingers
On the words that I closed
But canít quite say goodnight to.

They rearrange and continue
As players in the midnight waltz
Offering honey and silt,
As the lines come to me
In tired eloquence and imperfect stanza.

And then before I know it
The daylight intrudes
To me know that it is time
for seriousness and the workday

I struggle to capture
Even a single line from the night before,
To take with me through the days journey
To sustain me until I return to
Pages and moonlight
And dreams

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 12/30/2008 12:00 PM ET
What a lovely ode to reading before sleep!
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