Light of the Moon

Under the heat of the afternoon sun,
I am filled by the light of the moon.
He sees nothing but darkness,
Nothing but darkness alone.

I love you for what you already are,
He loves you for what he will need.
He loves you for what he wants you to be -
I love you for what you'll become.

You are stardust, moonbeams and rainbows,
The fire in the crisp night air.
He doesn't see who you really are;
And he doesn't really care.

With love I see your metamorphic rise,
As he watches with distrust.
With joy I watch you grow and change,
But he wants you to adjust.

Can't you feel the constriction
As you're trying to expand?
Don't you want to feel the fire,
Of a lover who understands?

You belong in the heavens above,
In the white-hot meteor's glow.
You belong on the mountaintops,
And the valleys of flowers below.

You are so far removed from me, my love,
Winter Solstice holds tight my soul.
Don't you know that I burn for you,
My heart you long ago stole...

Under the heat of the afternoon sun,
I am filled by the light of the moon.
He sees nothing but darkness,
Nothing but darkness alone.

I love you for what you already are,
He loves you for what he will need.
He loves you for what he wants you to be -
I love you for what you'll become.

You are stardust, moonbeams and rainbows,
The fire in the crisp night air.
An Angel in the celestial garden,
Of which he's unaware...

Very nice

Thank you. I'm new here, and was starting to think no one else was on this site . . .

,.nice one sir .

Thank you so much. I must warn you, though. Encouragement could cause me to post more . . .

Cheers!

Sounds like love! ...Hello and welcome!!

I am humbled by your profile . . .

I have a theory about life which holds that only three things exist. The 1st is simply material - the atoms (or stardust, as I like to consider it) from which we and our world are made. No real intrinsic value there, but it holds potential. All else is love, or the absence of love. With every word and deed, we are moving toward love or away from it. So what else is there to write about? What else matters? I am so far removed from that which I seek, it seems I have no choice other than to bare my soul in hopes a kindred spirit might find these words . . .

~ Wes

Welcome

Thank you my Cheesehead* friend . . . Everyone here seems so far away! I don't think there are any women on this site from the Carolinas! I hope it's not so lonely in WI.

Wes


* I will root for the Pack for you until they play the mighty Fish! (OK, I know I'm a little delusional about my Phins current capabilities . . .)