Scorpio Moon is on the rise, and I'm amazed my cheeks are dry. No mystery do I ponder (even Goddess sleeps tonight) shadows of this lunacy twisting words in eagle's flight. ---------- Penning words by candlelight I'll be content to know each night... this dreaded orb is on the wane -------------
ooh girl...love ya when your cryptic, mystic and celestial. this is very cool. Ill e-you in morn about us singing a tune together...very cool say good nite me'twin... ONE of us has to SLEEP at night LOL and it aint gonna be you. *smile* jm
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Good stuff. you aren't by any chance wiccan are ya? i am, and this made me think it was half poem, half prayer. it's real good; real descriptive. you've got a good talent for imagery. i dig it. and the part: "and I'm amazed my cheeks are dry." very mysterious. something hiding in the wings. like i said, i dig it.
We all got somethin' we need to atone for.
"solitary-eclectic"...I like that. I do have to agree with Ethan: "and I'm amazed my cheeks are dry" is indeed an amazing line. Your poetry speaks volumes; I, too, have known nights like this. Beautiful poem.