The Moon Is Still There Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE MOON IS STILL THERE
The stars are crying in the night for the Milky Way to caress the speed of light returning to earth.

Running from space the meteor collapsed on the clouds and the rain began to submerge notes of love.

When the eclipse of the night subsided, the doors of heaven carried the Palladian of hearts to victory.

The moon is still there when the winds of the night captured the solar of the sun beaming upwards.

Hearts of the moon eloped to Venus and the kaleidoscope of tears were seen on the planet Uranus.

Smiles were engraved on the stars to take flight to the Orion for harps to play on the wings of Pegasus.

Seduced in time the Sphinx escaped the hidden nights of Zeus and proclaimed his love for Aphrodites.

The moon is still there when the saturation of love is forbidden for mystical creatures lost in dimensions.

Holding time in no existence of time the moon is surfacing the axis of the sun to engage summer nights.

I hear the midnight silence exploding on the serenity of the ocean and the moon pursued the galaxy.

Awakening the hearts of love, the melodies of the planets created the winds of passion with kisses.

The moon is still there without the articulation of the goddess of love to unite the hearts of affections.

Summer nights created longevity with the prowess of the moon seducing the eyes of hearts melting.

Holding the glow from light years away, the silhouette of her movements drained the eyes of her love.

Corresponding the fall of her waters, she became the dream of the moon to understand her ways.

The moon is still there when life is exploiting your needs of affections that imprisoned your nature.

Sharing the intimate vortex of the outer limits the sun cascades into a symphony orchestrated in rainfalls

Dancing with waterfalls of Niagara, hearts of the land endangers the flight of love destined for purpose.

Terrestrial kisses of lava withdrew the ocean from drowning the whirlpool of the native solar system.

The moon is still there when your distant lover is occupied upon the waters of deceit forming in her eyes.

Serenading the winter of the moon the summer flowers embrace the wind with the mist of the moonlight

Sleeping on wings of doves, the clouds blossoms with the sun and the night is crowned with peace.

Singing with the dreams of angels the constellation withheld the moon from the night to grieve hearts.

Pleiades transformed the stars into tears to secure her walk amongst the daughters of the lost.

Without containment of the atmosphere the clouds drowned in the waters of their solar eclipse.

Searching for atonement on islands of explorations, the Milky Way became extinct in its purchase.

Poetic cries in the gravity of darkness brought the orbit of earth into alignment with sojourning hearts.

The moon is still there when the graves of hearts are supplanted in the abyss of stolen lovers.


April 2,2015