Yellow Moon

Candle candle that will burn so brightly
Will you tell her who she is to be?
For tomorrow when the lights are mellow
And the streams so shallow where rivers run so slowly
That you can feel the waters…so softly whispers “hello”

With the flame burning so brightly
She would wish for a man to hold her tightly
Be embraced in those protecting arms of fun
she might get a little closer to the light

Gazing through stars she finds herself flying into
fits of fantasies of the perfect American life
Hand in hand they would follow in grace
In through the glimmer and the shimmer of the Angel’s rhymes
She would be brought into her paradise, it would be alright.

In the gloomy glow she awaits now, purple with sadness
“Oh” to be like an angel…oh to tangle with his fate..
Her soul dances, like their flaming lips, in the eyes of his hate
Of the love she has yet to meet
Her soul screams like a violin, for someone like you
Souls so fragile, so" we shall travel far to be wonderful"
Gazing into the future of us and into the passing moon.

I would love to gaze within that crystal ball
But this palace is made of sand and sorrow
And so we all shall fall, all shall fall down!!
Red roses grow white, a solemn voice to your bones
No silver knight’s armor could rescue her from the daylight *

A lost woman’s heart, drowning in red wine and winter snow
As these nights grow longer piece by piece turned to the blue…

Could one special man protect this little hand
From the love affair of her and this sacred wine?
The hero to Jane who dressed in red and pain
The long line of all the things she’ll never erase from her wanting
Longing for answers to the loneliness
However cliche’
Maybe, maybe that special someday

Why does she hear them whispering around her that she is a mess
Don’t dare to think, no one says a thing…yes she would disgress
So she’s sleeping in blankets and disappearing with every drink
She drowns the bottle, as you state there’s potential…to love what she meant…
For some heroic rescue, a mission to end the war
Of the girl so desolate…of a girl on a mission to be cured.


Gabri3ll3

Yellow Moon by

A poem written about the desolation of longing for someone to love you, the way you really should be…or at least feel you should.

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love, sadness, loss, longing