Beneath a dream of a black moon, I wrap these words around you. Beneath a sky that’s both mirror and womb, there’s an image in my mind of a girl against the world. She’s both higher than a mountain and as low as the belly of a snake as it slithers through blades of grass in search of someplace to call its own. In her arms, and in her kiss, there’s heaven, and there’s bliss. Down each road and past every building, there’s an ocean of shit and another face just waiting to say yes. But that moon, how it calls to you the same as it calls to me. How it watches and guides without ever doing a thing, and yet it doesn’t need to, does it? No crowds or intellectuals. No money or systems of abuse, just the act of creation and the eyes of one undressing the mind of another. By the lake in full dark, the animals circle your feet. They tap tap tap the frozen ice and watch as you move by their side. Raising my camera, I capture what’s on the surface, but what you are inside is as fleeting to this life as is the realm of scent. It’s why I write. It’s what drives me now the same as it did back then, and against my best wishes, it shows no sign of diminishing. You are the reason why. The question remains unclear much the same as it always has done, but the older I get, the less it seems to matter. You wouldn’t question the meaning of a tree, nor the falling of snow upon outstretched hands, so why would I need to question these acts that place me far outside the world I used to know, but deep within the heart of the only one that makes me feel alive. Beneath a dream of a black moon, I wrap these words around you.
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“By the lake in full dark, the animals circle your feet. They tap tap tap the frozen ice and watch as you move by their side. Raising my camera, I capture what’s on the surface, but what you are inside is as fleeting to this life as is the realm of scent. It’s why I write. It’s what drives me now the same as it did back then…”
“It’s why I write…” – and THIS is why I comment on your writing, as often as I do. Your mind – it’s beautiful. x
Thank you, Allane. That means so much to me. It’s a broken ol’ mind for sure, but that you appreciate it for what it is, makes me feel at one with myself. x
What you see as broken, is whole to me, and I think I can speak for many others who’d agree. I’m so envious of your mind and how you translate your thoughts – but I’m proud of you too. x
That’s sweet and soothing of you to say. It genuinely completes me to hear you say that. To make you proud makes me feel so justified in going on this journey, a journey we take together x
It is lovely. I hope you will find True love in whatever shape it comes. Writing and or love.
That’s very kind of you, thank you. And of course the same for you, too.
You are Welcome ☺☺
Wow. This is amazing.
“undressing the mind of another” – ugh that captures so much. Well, it all does.
Love it!
Thank you, my friend.
It means a lot to me that these words spoke to you in such a way 🙂
Your writing has a way of silencing all else. My attention span is so not great, but when I can easily read a paragraph like this, and be so drawn in, and relate to some of it, I feel grateful to come across such jewelled moments. Jewelled, and aching, moments.
I am humbled by your blessings. I really am.
You know I’m much the same as you in that my attention span is very poor, which is why I like writing these bite-size chunks. They give me an incentive to get to the point, and to hopefully not have any filler.
Thank you for your kind words. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this one.
You are most welcome! 😊
Questioning things is how we can grow to our full potentials, but sometimes, you just have to, take whatever comes your way, with the faith, that everything you’d weathered through to that specific point in time will be enough to help you through this current storm you’re in right now.
Yes. To embrace the storm with the knowledge of all your experiences is a powerful thing. And to have the faith of heart and mind that your footsteps have meaning.
Wonderfully descriptive, a joy to read!
Thank you very much, my friend.
This is just so…transcendent. Reading it feels like drawing in a deep breath of cool night air after nearly drowning.
What a fantastic image you’ve painted in my mind, thank you! I’m delighted you enjoyed it so much x
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Thank you so much, Olde!
My pleasure my friend 🙏🍻
phenomenal prose Stephen, you have been on fire my friend!
I’m so pleased you enjoyed this piece. Thank you!
You are very welcome my friend