#forvoidlightmoon

[teaspirationss]

you loved in oceans of sighs - boundless, infinite, without shore, yet you heard me when my heart was just a quiet thing. now all it does is talk about you. if you said I miss you, I’d say I miss me too.. but it’s always warmest where you smile. some days, the wind brings along the smell of the oceans you’ve touched, of the forests you’ve walked through, of the mountains you’ve kissed. some days everything’s okay, and there’s no desperation on my skin, and I know -

one day, little dandelion, you’ll be a wish.

[warxpunkxmonk]

Relucent Void

The rare binding fate of poets An undeniable radiance enduring With words comparable to stars Shining endlessly for everyone Never fading from hearts and mind

wpm

[sedehaven]

Void Light Moon

For Matt (@voidlightmoon)

~

As I rinse the moonlight

from my eyes, may the tears

collect in crystal, and

in them, I will write of you.

~

Dangling between Heaven and Hell,

twisting in sweat-soaked sheets

and wrestling with the words

for what makes us humane--

~

"I am happy to walk the journey

with you," you told me

through screens.

~

I hold your words in the palm

of my hand and breathe into them,

a chapel, a holy place. The place

where I keep you. My grief sharpens

~

my pen and from it, you flow.

Your warmth remains in the marrow

of my bones, but I need your wraith

to guide my hand. I need the tears

~

(the ink of a dark moon, void of light)

~

to write the pain of your loss.

~

I still walk beside you, my friend.

The journey continues, past disease

and death. I see you more clearly now,

shimmering darkly in the knowing smiles

~

of the changing moon.

*

-- S. E. De Haven

[mortalghost]

Our words are written and shared long after

We have moved on from this temporary home

Into what awaits us beyond these shackles.

In the meantime, we conjure them up

Like spells to capture a moment

In ways more than a picture can.

We invest in them a part of our breaths,

A drop of our blood, a drip of our sweat,

Our tears.

Our fears.

We write.

We try and move others, while working out

Doubts of where we've come from,

Where we're going, and what we will find there.

I hope you've reached the other side and began

To fill that emptiness with more of what you are.

The lives you've touched along the way

Will forever be reminded that there was

Someone there who cared.

Someone, just as human,

Someone, like you

Along the way.

-H. Murcia 8:27 AM 5/24/2021

[whereflowersbloom]

We used to draw patterns and trace lines between the stars,

Captivating sparkling crystals in the sky, forming constellations as they dance,

We prayed to the guardians of old souls and undying hope to grant our heart’s desire.

Innocent Children wishing upon dots of light,

How joyful were those days when we dreamed of having a taste of the sky as we traced comets with our hands

And my friend how I long to go back to the times before we were forced to part

Before you became an echo of a beating heart, turned into a cosmic orb whispering poems from twilight till dawn.

Heavenly Orb

A. M.

[unmondefou]

For Moon

they told me

that you left

for another sky

oh my friend

how for these dark nights

to shine

--- h.harouche

[genvieve-of-the-wood]

Nothing to Dread

1.

I am alone

with a fact,

but not lonely

with my poetry.

The fact grows more factual,

I can’t fight it,

so I will give you

my words instead, only natural.

If you feel loss

I feel it, too.

Despite my pain

I lay myself out,

stomach bare

and neck exposed

to show love of this world,

love of a person

and for the love of

tiny, tender moments

I describe and share.

I am a soul that travels

like an ember from

an earthly fire-

we all burn brightly

until we return

to the origin forges

of stars,

beautiful against

the light of the moon.

2.

For the unspoken covenant

amongst those who

bleed words-

an invocation.

A poet has left us,

the Earth holds its

own secret sacred rites,

and we can only

join in

the best way we know.

Light a candle,

or

go outside

and watch birds,

visit a body of water,

care about something

or someone

even though

tenderness

hurts

and most of all,

write it down.

What falls between the void

and the light

of love,

write all of it.

That is how we honor

a poet.

3.

For Matt (@voidlightmoon)

Thank you for your kindness and your words.