Can you carry the moon across the sky?
Is such a burden too heavy as you shuffle through the endless river of sand?
Then dance with me and we will bear the pale crescent together.
Stay with me and let the yearning trees nestle the silver beauty 'till dawn.
Lay here next to me among these dunes.
Put aside your outer shells and let these fingertips find the small of your back
I want you to feel comfort through the pain and cold of life
Busy, busy woman, I'll cuddle you silly until you learn to laugh again.
A lonely tree holds onto its precarious perch.
Branches are stretching out to encircle that heavenly orb,
The one all the sailors dream of, the spirit of the night
And so the picture stands still, the moon of dunes.
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What upsets me is not that you lied, but that from now on I can no longer believe you...
~Leona~
I think I might want to add to it, describe what's going on a little bit more, and make the relationship between tree + moon, man + woman a bit stronger. The archetypes and personifications behind that back and forth duet was really interesting. I think I might upload the original drawing as it was done in pen years ago and I don't want to ruin it by chance... but I think I'll do another one in the following weeks that really describes the poem ^_^ should be fun, hope it turns out well. I want this to be the one that gets published this month in our local literary magazine.
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I was listening to the radio while you were sleeping wondering what you were dreaming.
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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I was listening to the radio while you were sleeping wondering what you were dreaming.
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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