Paper Moon
You are crying again
Breeding cold waters of disaster
Deep eyes are on my memory; your heavy heart
And our souls collide
The black waters were lapping outside
Carrying all of the silken portraits
Those golden vessels of the hot moon on the lake;
The lullaby for the ages
Won’t you understand?
We could have risen higher than the moon himself
But you will never know the courage
Caught in the golden gears of time
The heartbeat to me is somehow undesirable
Perhaps it’s like this paper moon
Glowing out into oblivion
But just as fragile as love
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Courage to be Unpredictable
BritishKid16,
I studied "Paper Moon". I sensed it was the story of the predictable heartbeat, ticking like the well oiled gears of the Grand Central Station clock...love on track, on a tight schedule.
It takes an enormous amount of courage for hearts and souls to rise higher than the moon. Not everyone was designed to fly so freely.
Hearts and souls can be at odds with destiny. In marriage, a couple can be married, but not soul mates.
The soul's Spirit is something that changes and grows. Some individuals have the wisdom of an old soul and, of course, some soul Spirits are very young, and immature.
Wisdom is knowing how to be a soul, heart, that can make a difference...even when others say you will fail.
I loved your images of the water and the silk portraits floating.
This is a very intimate subject and it took great courage for you to write about it.
I sense that you like to meet the world without caution, with a sense of adventure. You know the moon and love water. Your soul has a quest. Time is not your parameter.
This poetic scene was as multi-faceted as our human condition, tears and all.
Warm regards,
Kathy :o)
The Tale of Heartbreak
Kathy,
I had a deep desire for adventure and difference when I wrote this poem- thats true. I love music. It is amazing how certain songs with certain lyrics and sounds can inspire me. Music inspired me when I was writing. Maybe I'd like to write lyrics to a song one day...
I will always be amazed by the smallest of things. Once again, I find myself writing out of fiction. I have never experienced a true love for any other than my family. My heart pulls me towards that horizon everyday- a new love. And Im finding myself patient; Waiting in the wings for passion...
The moon is a sole source of peace to write to but it is also lonliness. I am drawn to it in so many ways. I write of heartbreak when I have never actually experienced it...
I thank you very deeply for your beautiful thoughts!
You, my friend, are very wise... You see into others and their minds with care and empathy. You are an inspiration.
Thank you.
sincerely,
Britishkid16