Moonlightaholics

Don't own Moonlight. Certainly don't want to enfringe on copyrights


My dreams aren’t tethered when, in icy sleep

I walk again the paths of long ago,

The scents of life—of flowers, grass, moist earth, and heat

Are found again with senses I thought long forgot.

They seem so muted now, indistinct and imprecise.

That logic says I shouldn’t yearn for their return

And yet, I think I’ll mourn their loss as long as life is long and sunlight burns...

Jen, this is very nice. Thanks!

This is lovely, Jenna, just lovely

This is wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing!

What a gorgeous poem. I love the imagery!

Lucky

Thank you for the kind words!

Jenna

Thank you, Karen!!

I wanted to capture too much, I think and only succeeded in about half, but this was a fun exercise!

MLC

Thank you for reading and leaving the lovely comment!!

Kind words refresh the soul--thank you so much! It seems they are getting rarer and rarer in the world today,

You are a fountain of kindness!

This is nice, Jen. Poetic and evocative.

Thank you! I hadn't written anything in ages and had forgotten how much fun it is.

When i remembered I went back and wrote another seven lines



Jenna

So sad and lovely! Love the idea of Mick's vampire dreams being of all these human things, which are so faded now. Beautiful.