IN THE ROOTS OF WINTERIn the roots of Winter I walk, haunting her
sugarcane soul with the warm white of my inner
glow, the freshly clear air rejuvenates me
with the Purity that I must carefully maintain
in mittened hands, snowflakes fall from the
Sky's open arms and bead my brow ambrosia white,
I hear the muffled cake of snow underfoot,
settling over the Silence...fluttering pale
like pages torn free when Dusk browses through
the shadows that bandage my sorrow, my ruin
she fills with tea and poetry, a candle of Solitude
is all I carry to light my way through her miles of
frosty hue, but I'm not afraid of the gathering
Darkness or the icy evergreen tha

INFLICTIONInto the mirror I stare, I see imperfect reflections I try not to regret
but my clothes sigh away, dedicated scars raise up from my soul's select,
sadly, my fingertips follow their shape, some prickling from the soul
with vibrations I can feel, a receipt of strength to make me whole.

Slowly, I search for a glimpse of purity in the creases of Passion's skirt,
I cry a crusade of blood when I realize that I am the cause of my hurt,
under my scarred epidermis I am raw to the marrow with caffeinated lies,
not even morphine can numb the many confessions of my inflicted dyes.

Dreamily, tearfully, I seek bottles and blades to deaden me to thi

TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAILAutumn, Autumn, my little boy gecko
blazing brighter than the Twilight Sun,
faster by far you are than the falling
toy of Autumn leaves-but sweeter than
maple sugar you can be, on a day as
subtle as the retreat of Winter's shade
you must have been in a restless mood,
full of sprintime spunk and fiesty show,
for when I attempted to remove you from
your rustic home so I may complete my
cleansing duties you put on a show of
such freaky woe I had never seen before!

Autumn, Autumn, wearied of your tail
you must have been for my maternal care
failed to calm the panic fluttering in
your little breast-until finally you
dropped your sl

A TEACUP OF TEARSSitting on the brim of a teacup I see the
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinte

FORSAKENED-NEVERDaylight was never new to me, the hemline
of her hours was always too high, and I was
the dusky murmur that sought the shelter
of some nocturnal retreat, Daylight has never
been my friend, her Sun scorched my Silence
and rattled my Stillness, she was too proud
to follow my natural resonance so she banished
my eyes to the outskirts of reality-curtailing
the tempo of my possibility-while her highways
rushed with the exhaust of her artificial
relays, Daylight was never kind to me, her
rays blemished my blossom with too much cheery
Sun and not enough moony cascade, she could
never understand the magic I invoked from the
secret place

THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birth
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.

She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her gracefu

INNER SANCTUMReflections crimson and cream-with some purple
musings too-I am the kiss that the Twilight leaves
to linger on my home's humble shingles, the many
halcyon sirens my soul spies stirs in me, a place
of vibrant reflection and resounding introspection,
where drowsy Sunsets sheathe themselves in the
prelude of Moontides, and the air I breathe colors
my inner sanctum with the visions only I can see,
scribbling people into existence with the amorous
virtues of my pen, goading me to write from the
shadows where I reside, libating indigo passages
with whispers of willful white, how could I not
love myself, every spider weave that catches m

THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kisses
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri

SPIDER SPIRITIn the labyrinthine Dark my soul sits,
catching the silver spirals from the
spinning universe, my soul sits in the
center of its own web, weaving from
its own entrails, my spirit is a spider,
needing no other tools than my own
creative impulse, my arachnid balance
of Sensitivity and Strength, my spirit
is a spider always weaving a web of
its own eccentric design, the infinite
energy that combines fluid and form,
the evolution of energy that is my life,
from it I weave, I spin, I feel with
senses spider-sensitive, I touch the
world spider-like, I experence every
vibration and tenderest touch where
the world and the universe me

IF TEARS WERE WISHES...I cried a million tears and more
a constellation to fit into Eternity's store,
and if each tear were a scarlet love-knot
in the cord that ties my heart to yours caught,
without rest I will follow this otherworldly lane
of tears and knots leading me back to you again.

If tears could build a bridge from here to there
and memories were stairs I could ascend with care,
then from Earth to Heaven would not seem very far
to go to bring you back again, my kindred heart,
and if tears were wishes shining like a star above
then I would wish you here with me, my kinsmet love.

July 23, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved

EchoesDawn is softly breaking
With gentle golden light
Painting faintest echoes
Of sweet enchanting night

Waves breaking on the shore
Herald rising splendor
Banishing the darkness
With touch warm and tender

Yet love forgets thee not
Breaching all defenses
Thine image in my heart
Stirs romantic senses

So my soul believing
Gives love its willful flight
In sweet intoxication
Of your beauty I will write...

CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSDragons, those immortal guardians of Fire
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.

Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a match

Bleedmy nerves
are on

Fire

[guess it's to be red]

Red-engine
ink
will mark me

[your worst enemy]

I can now march into your heart
and claim it

as my own

DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f

KISSING GHOSTSIn the Night I see her, an angel of stone
and feather casting a pale illumination
over my grave, upon her cheek tears linger
a vulnerable stain, how I wish I could kiss
them away and taste their poetry calligraphing
a wish, just one absent-minded wish to be
loved, over her impenetrable nude she wears
a weave of spiderwebs, I see the nightmares
that hide in their gossamer folds, beckoning
the Dark's many collectibles into her shade,
but her soul is wet with secrets, her eyes
are hollowed out by deja vus, her lips bleed
from being too tightly sewn shut, but oh how
I want to love her quietly-silent and spectral
-how my groin aches

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SOUL COLLECTORAt my window the Night taps her icy fingers,
her long sharp nails break the subterfuge glass,
at last her soul flutters inside as I lay in bed,
unaware of the air creeping over my naked skin
and the Silence broken at my disheveled head,
her long winged flight softly furling inward-
glossy carrion bird sits by my pale moonlit feet,
with his beak he pecks open my soul, and watches
as from me bloodstains speak of my life newly dead.

"The world is dying, the world murdering the
innocent, turning life into death, stripping
the skin from the Sky with their rawhide sin,
we the sentinels have seen it all, the trees
split open until thei

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by ~NocturneJewel, Feb 20, 2012, 6:03:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

When brassy Days overbrim your cup with strange clamor
can you feel me brush your cheek where many tears laid
their sorrow, can you hear the whispers of my ghostly enamor
as you weep for another memory never to fade?

When Nights skim the surface of your silent pleasures
my love is still there, a violet rarity few others have shared,
can you feel me with you, filling you with the treasure
of our piece of Eternity, can you feel my sighs in the air?

When Dawn fades to Dusk and in nocturnal hours you hide,
can you sense my lingering spirit and feel my embrace
cool against your heat, your candlelit writings I have spied,
do you know it's me who brushes the daydreams from your face?

Slithers in the sand, by your side I remain as I part this shroud
of mist so I can come to you when you restlessly sleep,
can you interpret my Truth's soft disclosures and know I am proud
of you, reliving precious memories, highlighted in the tears you weep?

Can you see me in the shadows that melt from your pastel dreams,
can you accept the truth that this was not my cruel choice
to suddenly leave, can you sense my presence though unseen?
With you I still live, in your haunted head can you hear my voice?

I know you miss me, crying my name to come back to you and this,
but immortality I found in your heart, and love so often said,
as you fall asleep I am there, cradling you in remembered bliss,
remember me, beloved, with you I am not really dead.

February 5, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.

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An emotional poem for me to write in honor of my beloved serpent-sister, Tequila Sunrise...written as a sequel to my poem BURY ME SOFTLY [link]

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*halcyonshores Mar 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

So incredibly, painfully, beautiful....

~NocturneJewel Mar 25, 2012

Thank-you dear halcyon, I'm glad you ejoyed it's painful beauty...

*Wolfyone Mar 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Even without reading your comments I knew who this was for. A lovely tribute to a cherished friend.

~NocturneJewel Mar 13, 2012

Thank-you. She is always with me...

*Wolfyone Mar 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

We never forget those we love. They are always there, tucked into a corner of our minds and hearts.

~NocturneJewel Mar 16, 2012

Keeping us company in our hearts and in our aura until we can be reunited again.

*Wolfyone Mar 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's true. I know that death is not an end, but a transformation into some other type of existence.

~NocturneJewel Mar 19, 2012

I believe that too. And I know I'll be reunited with Tequila and the other animals I have loved and lost again. Nothing ever really dies...

*Wolfyone Mar 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

We are more fortunate than most. How frightful it must be to believe that there is nothing.

~NocturneJewel Mar 22, 2012

Yes, I don't know how anyone can believe that there is nothing after death. It's so scary and so limiting in their thinking.

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