Silver Moon Stories

So, I found a couple of old prose poems that a wrote more than twenty years ago and relaized how much I had changed and at the same time how much of me remains contstant. I’ve always been a romantic, mostly a hopeless romantic. A few months ago, I uncovered a few of my earlier prose poems that I wrote wishing (kind of whining really) about having a relationship where I was with someone who treated me as an equal partner.

Flash forward twenty plus years and I found what I was hoping for in these works. Weirdly when I wasn’t worried about it. Funny how that works. My mother had always said stop worring about things and they will happen. I thought that this was an empty platitue. It is amazing how thinging I thought my elders were just saying turned out to be true.

Prose poetry doesn’t rhyme. It is more about the image than the structure but I still wanted to create a structure of sorts to work within. I wasn’t sure if it worked then and I’m still not sure if it works now. I will present them here for you reading pleasure (or displeasure) and feel free to give me a comment on how things worked.

Also, I’m hoping to have the rough draft of chapter 4 of differently super finish and posted this weekend. Trivia will be the final of the main Supers. It is amazing to me how I had ideas of how each super was going to be and the each kind of told me that how my idea was wrong and they kind of wrote themselves. I don’t know if that’s good or bad but, they are each my favorite for different reasons.

Anyway, enjoy the really old poems and look for Chapter 4 Trivia to be out soon!

Slainte

Will Dreams Become Reality?

I closed my eyes, because the world seemed
As if it had enough of me. The mists of the
Otherworld called me home. Being a faithful
Child of the Sidhe, I ventured back to that,
Land of wonder and peace. I was my own Master
In that realm, and none could dominate me,
Save for one.

I gazed upon the ruins of an ancient fortress that
Had been abandoned years ago. Moss grew upon its
Cold stone walls, and streams of water ran through its
broken gates. Ghostly light poured out of its shattered
Windows. Curious, I decided to enter the old keep
To see if there was someone or some knowledge
Still inside.

As I crossed the threshold, I notice the care with which
The Daingean had been built. No human hands had built these
Walls. They seemed to be carved from a single living stone.
I was in awe of the beauty of my surroundings. Even as I
Climbed the stairs to the rampart above, I truly believed
That nothing could compared in magnificence to the sight.
I was wrong.

Upon the rampart, I found the source of the light and
My heart stopped for a moment at the sight. A woman of
Grace and beauty fay beyond all of the stars danced there,
Her hair shimmered like flames. She twirled with abandon,
Seeming to never touch the ground. Ever so slowly she
Stopped, turning her emerald gaze my direction.
I wept.
She danced with an increasing pace towards me. I
Began to dance my way towards her, listening to the same
Quiet music. Finally, we reached each other, passionately
We embraced, knowing without knowing that we had been
Seeking the other since time first began. Words failed to
Express how we felt as we held tightly to the other.
Suddenly, I woke.

Perhaps it was a strange dream. But as I woke I not the same
Man that I was when I closed my eyes. Those same eyes stared at
Me from the other side of the bed. She seemed to hear every
thought in my soul, and then I realized this. It doesn’t
Matter whether the dream was reality or reality is a
Dream. I know that you love me with your whole soul and I
Love you too.Will Dreams Become Reality?

I closed my eyes, because the world seemed
As if it had enough of me. The mists of the
Otherworld called me home. Being a faithful
Child of the Sidhe, I ventured back to that,
Land of wonder and peace. I was my own Master
In that realm, and none could dominate me,
Save for one.

I gazed upon the ruins of an ancient fortress that
Had been abandoned years ago. Moss grew upon its
Cold stone walls, and streams of water ran through its
broken gates. Ghostly light poured out of its shattered
Windows. Curious, I decided to enter the old keep
To see if there was someone or some knowledge
Still inside.

As I crossed the threshold, I notice the care with which
The Daingean had been built. No human hands had built these
Walls. They seemed to be carved from a single living stone.
I was in awe of the beauty of my surroundings. Even as I
Climbed the stairs to the rampart above, I truly believed
That nothing could compared in magnificence to the sight.
I was wrong.

Upon the rampart, I found the source of the light and
My heart stopped for a moment at the sight. A woman of
Grace and beauty fay beyond all of the stars danced there,
Her hair shimmered like flames. She twirled with abandon,
Seeming to never touch the ground. Ever so slowly she
Stopped, turning her emerald gaze my direction.
I wept.
She danced with an increasing pace towards me. I
Began to dance my way towards her, listening to the same
Quiet music. Finally, we reached each other, passionately
We embraced, knowing without knowing that we had been
Seeking the other since time first began. Words failed to
Express how we felt as we held tightly to the other.
Suddenly, I woke.

Perhaps it was a strange dream. But as I woke I not the same
Man that I was when I closed my eyes. Those same eyes stared at
Me from the other side of the bed. She seemed to hear every
thought in my soul, and then I realized this. It doesn’t
Matter whether the dream was reality or reality is a
Dream. I know that you love me with your whole soul and I
Love you too.

Midnight in the forest of my heart

The rain came down like warm cotton down
Making the air smell of summer dreams,
I walk through the shadows of the woods,
My footfalls quiet on the soft turf.
Sweet sounds filled my ears like the nectar
From a flower.

As I tread through the undergrowth,
Smells best me and make me smile.
The beauty of the ancient trees,
The lush flora, and noble fauna,
Bring to me memories of days I’ve known,
Though long ago.

As I step past the last of the trees,
I enter a calm glade,
And halt at the sight before me.
I no longer know if I’m dreaming or awake,
But if I’m asleep, the please gods,
Don’t wake me.

She stands there, arms lifted high
Greating great mother Moon.
Her reddish gold hair, caressed by
The wind, Milky white skin,
Lovingly lit by the now cloudless sky.
My hearts yearns.

Hazel eyes, all the colors of holy Gaia,
Turn towards my direction.
The simple garment that hugs her body,
Flows with the slightest movement,
A knowing look, a slow smile,
She purposefully slides my direction.
Oh, Goddess!

It’s all I can do to not drop to
My knees. She comes and softly touches
My face. I know that I’m home,
And that I’m loved by this divine woman.
This is reality, and it no longer matters
If this is the world of dreams or the waking world,
Because it is True.