Personally speaking
Personally speaking
As night falls and the sky darkens
a cold moon climbs upwards
bathing the world
witb a chilly incandescent
Silver light.
I lie upon my empty bed
with memories of what we shared
once , long ago
before the cold moon shining raised its head.
I wonder if the dawn of day
will bring a change of heart
a change of thought
And dispel the winter chill that grips my soul
with cold moon shining in the dark.
Every new day has a bright beginning. :) Yes, it will bring a hope and change tomorrow. Lovely poem.
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The thoughts we shared….so nostalgic….and will morning bring a change of heart…- so poignant…..It ain’t easy to come out of those memories, right?
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Memories can warm the heart and also chill the bone. I suppose that’s the beauty of life …
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So true. Memories can be a double edged sword, although I prefer to have a load than none.
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Strange but I have never regarded moon as cold. Your words now make me wonder… cold nights brightened by a cold moon… colder can be the memories… Loved your write and all the emotions it evokes..
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Thanks for your words of appreciation. I too normally associate the moon with happy feelings especially this full moon which we consider “kojagiri” the night when the moon is closest to the earth and the Goddess Laxmi comes around asking who is awake . We stay up late and welcome her with almond milk and the house ablaze with lights . But this time far away in the US, I found it cold and chilling. Strange isn’t it ?
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