Attempts at Poetry

Tears

like butterflies
fluttering in my field of dreams
i throw all the colors
to the midnight’s moon
covering my eyes with a thousand sadness
for things that never be
yet filling me with a million gladness
for things yet to come.

Life

people are like candles
seeking to find their meaning in flames
that burn
slowly. as silent tears
flow down
through. their spirits
giving music to the loneliness
of the night.

Blue Moon

waiting for the magnificence
the blue moon promised to be
the day is old and the night is free
I’ve waited for hours
but the magic did not come
the blue moon promised to be
but things do pass by your eyes
when you’re alone staring at the midnight sky
simple things came in by surprise

the pulchritude of the plain full moon
the dancing of a young rain cloud
the patience of the peeping stars
the kiss of a shivering wind

i will sleep smiling
because i’ve seen the true magic
the blue moon promised to be.