Breathless.

Heart stops in nights of black.
Time itself unravels above the walls of wire.
Stood here I smile, eyes lit by beauty thrown.
Light of brilliance, curves of power
She stands there, ephemeral, intoxicating fire.
My eternal flame, my loyal love.
She watches me, & speaks to me.
Her sisters watch, from crowds of space,
Veiled clouds, so drunk with life.
My heart it sings, each time she’s there
Majestic goddess, lady of secret love.
Her dress of lace, her diamond jewels,
Her still white face, her frozen stance.
Down here I pray for a love,
Something that she considers true.
I beseech with dreams, I kiss the air.
One night she’ll come, she’ll rescue me.
Send such thoughts that I desire.
Then her daughter & I will profligate,
Will raise a generation in dedication lent,
That cult will grow of shining moon,
& youth will love in midnight mass
That naked flesh will whimper in sweet appreciation
& acclaim the love of the moon’s disciple.
For I am he. The knight of nights.
& I stand here in prayer, looking up at you.
I bow to the moon & fall in love.
Her beauty my appeal, her beauty truth.
For Moon is my mistress, my guardian of the heart.
Princess to my dreams, saviour of my mind.
Each night she appears, love is consumed,
A feast for the heart, an orgy for the soul.

~ As I walk home, I gaze up & I think. Life & My Love, Existence, My Future.

© Ed Simkins

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Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins