Inspired 

The moon
Holds its waxing crescent
Like a glowing chalice
And with it, captures heaven
As if it were nectar sipped
From the sweetest of clover
To be made into the finest honey,
And she pours it among the stars
Where it trickles like a fine summer rain
Into the hearts of men

A poet rests
At the edge of a lake
Fed by a silent stream,
Listening to the whispers of the water
As it kisses the shore,
Basking in the scent of spring blossoms
Stirred on the breeze,
And is inspired to write
Of heaven, moonbeams,
And Love

Time passes
And where once a half a day
Spent following a winding ribbon
In hopes of a mere glimpse of Love,
Slipped through fingers
Like sand through the hourglass,
There blows a warm November wind
To kiss this heaven’s night
And history is made
In soft breaths of poetry
On skin

And there comes —
In the peaceful hours of night,
As if on the fragile wings
Of time tested dreams —
Soft sighs shared
On the tip of a tongue
Writing syllables in cryptic script
On tousled sheets.

A poet rests
In the still circle of strong arms
Tasting peace on inhaled breaths;
Savouring contentment
On the exhales,
And is inspired to write,
Of heartbeats, memories
And Love,
Whispering —
You are my poetry
 


Janet Reid
september 2008


Winner of September Picturesque Challenge, Poetic Constellations


 
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