As I sit so unmoving in this realm of
Stillness, I am immaculate.
Swaying stoned in the intoxicating
Moonlight's elusive touch,
As if I were a cloud among stars
Floating free with the wind's gentle breeze.
And everything is close, yet very far,
Peculiar, and accurate.
My eyes wonder wildly, fixating
On the serenity of such
Unfamiliar appearance like from afar-
The candid water and wavering trees.
I let the pale white light reflect
Off a few teeth peering out from
My parted lips. I am untouchable
In a haven of delicate air illuminated
By the inviting midnight light
That teases and taunts my
Gentle intrigue.
Dawn's tainted yellow creeps over the edge
Of the soft abyss I had accepted long ago,
The sting of the sun's warm
Intensity pains me so.
So I drift now, lazily, into a nurturing sleep,
To wake once more and run in step
To the moonbeams' delighted, dancing leap.
A good poem.
ReplyDeleteThe serenity is well-conveyed.
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ReplyDeleteIs the title a Jim Morrison reference?
ReplyDeleteAlso, this is a formal complaint against the powers that be: I switched to Gmail today to make things *easier and streamlined* for me, and I can't make a Gmail address connected to a Google Account? What? This means I have to use an outdated address to post to this blog...
yes it is, the phrase is sung in the song "Texas Radio and the Big Beat" by The Doors...good call.
ReplyDelete'...out here we is stoned immaculate'.
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeletethank you
ReplyDeleteIt is also part of the sixth track on An American Prayer, "Angels and Sailors/Stoned Immaculate." You should definitely listen to American Prayer if you haven't. This poem is really beautiful, but it seems to be missing something. The paradoxes seem a bit too obvious-- "everything is close, yet very far". "Candid water" and the last two stanzas are great depictions.
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