Adult A Moon Over November

A Moon Over November

I hear her call to me once again

I'll join her someday

Tis only a matter of when



Indeed now be the season of my lements and recollections

Many had came to be and dwell in these moons of November

My carousel of love ones, friends and a lover's reflections

Dear memories long gone from this side of life to remember



A cast of apparitions revolving about my bed and my head

Rekindling desires for what I found and lost a long time ago

I try not to dwell on what shoulda been said and/or unsaid

Whether anything woulda made a difference I'll never know



To look into her eyes one can see the worn and wounded soul

In them dwell the long seasons of life lived beyond her time

One who's seen hope wane yet remain commited to her goal

For the joining of our spirits for all eternity her's and mine


Black Bird


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Comments (5)

  1. questingmom

    Love has a multitude of dresses, fresh innocence, the maiden fierce and strong, and the shriveled old one who’s light is more elsewhere, but she is never ever not. The moon is always herself however the sun illuminates her.

    November 25, 2016
    1. macabre360

      And so it is for her. My Luna of November.

      November 25, 2016
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  3. wonderwall79

    With jingling Spurs he finds her resting spot
    With blended knee a rose he places on top
    With hat in hand he says afew prayers
    Nestled above on a branch a black bird stares
    He nods to this creature of noble creed
    As he climbs above his own trusty steed
    He tugs the brim of his hat which says it all
    He hears in his own prairies a distant call
    Black bird my humble respect to you in November
    A heart felt tribute which we are to remember
    Peace be your journey the eye in the sky
    In the sweet by and by

    November 26, 2016
    1. macabre360

      Like birds of a feather we. Wingin’ it and hoofin’ it through distant skies along a vast prairie. Respectively. There be the elsewhere of wandering souls who ride and fly such as you and I.

      November 29, 2016
      1. wonderwall79

        The night flyer and the midnight cowboy on their quest for their own holy grail
        We shall ride or fly to the bitter end black bird where in this realm or to the next

        November 29, 2016