Dreaming Under the Summer Stars
I think we searched the roots of the night
feeling our way through the stars and moonlight
bumping into our own shadows.
you wrote my name with the stars
and made a love song with the wind
I watched the night play with the heavens.
walking barefoot in the summer grass
with the scent of lilacs and the kiss of rain
and thunder was rising in my heart.
silence was sung by a string of stars
and the moonlight fell upon us with its fingers
dreams were reality and you left like a shadow.
decades of nights and hours of summer dreams
fade with time but grow larger in memory
where time can’t control this kind of passion.
The Scent of Roses and Starlight
a soft kiss moves within the night’s mist
and the stars bend their eyes from heaven
because I loved this strange blush upon my shoulder
time brings back the memories of the immense light
as it overshadows my deep blue eyes.
these eyes that had no sight without him in them
no vision without the love that was a mere falling star
there are no feet that could carry my soul away like he has
time revolves around each lost moment in my eyes
and memory lives and dies each second in my soul.
to never notice the sky being so large and empty until now
maybe the stars have chosen to hide me from my dreams
to cover my lips with clouds of intense loss and silence
or to sever the fragrance of roses and moonlight to my mind
there comes a remembered thirst upon my spirit.
to live in the daylight and only wade through darkness
or to stumble in the pale light of a lasting lunar passion
O’ where are the stars I once saw and counted as riches !
where am I to be lost in the midst of strangeness !
to walk in the shadows cast by the bending stars.
Myrtle Thomas is a contemporary poetry writer who writes of ranging topics and observations of life. She has been published in the ‘Otherwise Engaged A Literature and Arts Journal’ and in ‘The Writers and Readers Magazine’. She lives in the USA and is retired from a large manufacturing company which affords her time to write.
