Night bespoke
Scent of freedom,
As Bohemian Queen
Moved on.
Roaming the universe
Aurora as Guide,
Truth and love still
Hung ‘neath her touch
Ablazed by moon’s kiss.
But through who? Where?

Often absorbed
into how an ending
to anything life threw
took place, we end up
missing the start
of our promise
to a new beginning.
Keep looking and
moving foward to
enjoy new starts
to their fullest.

© C.I. Mues

Ghosts

Secrets breathed their last,
Truths locked into past
Now ghosts.
Their pain once was cast,
No longer hold fast
foremost.
Hearts no more downcast,
Life sails at full mast
to coasts.

© C.I.Mues


#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo nine-line #poetry challenge Day 9
#poems

“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”