SONY DSCBreathing Into The Moon

©2010 Louise Gallagher

The moon hangs,
high
golden light
punched out
a giant hole ripped into
night’s blanket
leaving behind your cut-out face
smiling
Your voice a gentle whisper
filling the blood red blossom
of dawn’s awareness
bursting upon me.
I loved you.
You gave my dreams wings
to fly.

I catch my breath.
Waiting to hear
your voice drift
silently
across the moonlit night
that lies so softly
in memory’s arms
empty of promises
I fall to the ground.

Would I. Could I. Should I fly?

I breathe.
The moon stands still.
As time reorders
its hands
touching
me in that place
where once your shadow
fell
and claimed my every breath
as time stood still
and I disappeared
into your promise of flight.

The moon stands still
and still
I breathe
into the empty space
where once your face
shimmered beneath my hands
touching
your eyes
black as night
that tore my heart
wide
open
as I held out my veins
open
wide
to your sweet kisses
in the night
the moon hung high
as you breathed
life
into my dreams.

Would I. Could I. Should I fly?

I breathe.
You disappear
and only the moon
peers down
with melancholy magic
to where I no longer feel
left out,
upside down
without you
I breathe.

The moon hangs
high
as I sink
low
my breath
catching
high
up
my heart
pounding
down
forcing me to lean
into
my soul
weeping
for the moments
when I dreamed
of midnight flights
of fancy
captive in your arms
that lay across me
pinning me to the ground
holding me in darkness.

The moon
punch drunk
floats across the sky
and I breathe.
Freely.

Time passes
the moon rises
and I fall once again
into the void
left in the wake of your passing by

I breathe
my wings unfold.

Would I
Could I
Should I

fly

Free.

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I have a number of poems on my Recover Your Joy blog which I am moving here as I’d like all my poetry in one place. Which means, occasionally, I’ll be posting an old poem here. 🙂 This is one of them.

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