Daily Prompt: I’m Grateful for You

Grateful for my knight, my partner, my true love.

Cytherean Dreams

Daily Prompt

I’m Grateful for You

A perfect line
from a throwaway movie
a romantic comedy
no one saw but me, but
it had my favorite people
and my favorite setting and
silliness ensued and
John says to Julia
after all the craziness,
I’m grateful for you.
And they lived happily
ever after? Probably not
with these two and
this family and the press
and the scandal but
they were happy, and real
living together,
grateful for the sun
grateful for the moon
grateful for the stars
and grateful for you.

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Miracles

As this eclipse and this poem came up in my poetry group this week, it seemed like a good time to re-blog this…

Cytherean Dreams

A dying man
elderly and frail
looked into the sky
through dark glasses
and saw
for the first time
the moon’s shadow
passing over our sun.
On his last day
of conscious thought
he saw, here,
the new,
and learned
and felt the joy
of discovery
from his deathbed.
His final words were
prophetic and pure,
Miracles and wonders,
marveling at the glory
of the moon
eclipsing the sun.
And I, at his funeral,
heard this story
remembered marveling
at the eclipse
with my young daughters,
and knew he had
as close as life can come
to a perfect ending.

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Genesis

Maybe this is Day Zero?

Cytherean Dreams

There has to be
a Day One, when
before there is
nothingness and after
is light and dark
balance, creating
sun and moon
earth and sky
and all that follows
on their own paths
following their own hearts.
But before that day,
does it even seem
possible?
In the depths of the
nothing, how
can the light and dark
even dream
of the love pouring forth
from them
to fill the void?
There has to be
a point of choice
when the impossible
becomes real
and time and life
begin from there,
from then
on.

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Moonlight

moonrise

Fecund russet rising sphere
calmly captivating with
her beauty and grace, she
glides slowly upwards
turning pale glowing white
blessed angelic halos appearing
in our eyes, with her shine,
as she illumines her path
calm seas dancing below
candlelight sparkles on
waves crashing, ecstatic
as she ascends
into the night.

The Everything

You are the everything,
inscribed in my ring.
A song he once gave me
my young heart to sing.

I was his everything
his moon and his stars
his life in my hands
his home became ours.

But being his everything
wasn’t enough.
I drowned, suffocating
expected to stuff

My feelings, my everything
down deep inside.
I did what was expected
of me, of his bride.

So being his everything
wasn’t for me,
I know, now alone,
on this winding journey.