Moon-Milk Eyes
Blocks of grief in a catchy beat
moody sinking beats,
My darling Moon-Milk-Eyes,
Dearest love,
Your diamond sparkly blue hue that radiates against your brown,
Such a haunting, frozen wasteland of time we left between us, Moon-Milk Eyes.
Where does the time go when we lose it,
Does it expand, escape, burrow into our tears or hoist up our hearts like a damaged puppeteer?
I take these blocks of grief
I try to build something with them
With your silence and your
Fears,
I try to build something with our mystical and deep connection,
That fell through my fingers like sand
As a menacing dark raven
Lurked in the moonlight
Calculating how to kill me inside.
I close my eyes and see your milky soothing, blue tear drop eyes,
As wide as any moon or ocean,
As bright as any star,
Divine and graceful,
Blinking stardust into the earth’s atmosphere,
And I pull you
Into my very breath,
My heartbeat,
My bloodline,
You sink into my bones,
And I hear our eternity
In a reply,
A stacked up bunch of blocks that spell out grief,
In a catchy, moody beat.
Love,
Your secret admirer
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And the clarinet at the end. The music arrived at that point just as I submitted the previous comment. I knew it was coming, after all, she had it in her hand, but I'd forgotten. The only thing that would have made it better, in my opinion, would have been if she had ended on the 7th rather than the tonic. The tonic seems to declare that she's perfectly content with being alone, dancing with herself. The 7th would have intimated the continued longing I sense in your poem.
How many of us can relate to this. The secrets we cannot express, though it means forever pining away, admiring from afar, wondering what could have been. And this rendition of "Dancing with Myself", so filled with sadness, loneliness & longing--perfection.
This poem, this poem I could read it a thousand times. Paired with the music it is perfect.
❤️
Rather beautiful...and I have seen that band's work and loved it!
So much hurt and heartbreak. One day it won't be a secret amy more ⚘