Clemson Chick's blog: "poems"

Over there is where she sat Upon the sand that cold dark night With a half shattered heart and silky eyes Under the dark silver moon. I watched beauty for an age She stared longingly at the moon Her whispers echoed through the silence Under the dark silver moon. The moon's saddened face appeared Watching her feet in the water As her arms loathed to let her go Under the dark silver moon. Suddenly her mouth opened And her soul filled the night As she sang with a sorrow filled melody Under the dark silver moon. She sang of a beast who'd grasped onto her heart Then locked it as he snapped it in two Leaving young beauty with random emotions Under the dark silver moon. Tears poured, and words flowed on forever My own heart was melting just to see hers go cold Yet I sat and I watched, not helping the singer Under the dark silver moon. She felt confused but at home, with blackened emotions I felt her need, her want, to turn invisible, as she looked up at the rain Raindrops pounded her face, heavy as a foot on an ant Under the dark silver moon. The singer started to write, and I felt for the poet As her tears turned into chocking swallows Her poem written in stars, not fantastic, but deep Under the dark silver moon. The singer and poet, the watcher of strange, one soul in two different places My confusion has come time and time once again Lying down on my bed, but standing in a different place Under the dark silver moon.