Her Face at Night by Magnolia MoonpieShe breathes out
as I breathe in
and so the
ecstasy begins.
I always know
just when she will
gaze into me
so white and still.
The night is large
and full of sound-
sleeping birds
are all nest bound.
Her face is pocked
and marked for grief,
yet lovelier when
she shines through leaf.
And in her light
I cast no shade
and of her view
my poem's made. 05/23/2012 Author's Note: I loved the moon before I even loved you, dear one. I think you will forgive me this.
Posted on 05/23/2012 Copyright © 2025 Magnolia Moonpie
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Posted by A. Paige White on 05/24/12 at 02:05 AM
The second line of that last stanza reminds me of an intimate line from a gal I know about a "Shade". Anyway, I loved this!Even if it's not ( :-() my Shadoe that wrote it...
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Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/16/12 at 02:12 AM Just the sweetness I needed tonight. Bless you for this gem. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/14/14 at 12:42 PM just lovely. |
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