Just a little after-exam celebratory fanfic. Number 73, and one of my better poems, considering the time I took (about 15 minutes again). Inspired by "Clair de Lune (Moonlight)" by Debussy, one of the most beautiful piano pieces ever. About Cresselia (spelling?), my favourite 4th Generation Pokemon.
Under Moonlight
Glimmering over the waves of sleep
Over the shimmering surface of dreams
On your closed eyelids
On the restful world
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The moonlight.
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I see…see each living soul as he or she falls
Through the spangled whirls and tangles of
Starry, cloudy, windy nights
Into the world on the other side of imagination
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I see children grasping their soft toys tightly for comfort
As they come closer to sleep's arms
Their holds staying tight as they try to pass the boundary
Frowns playing on their brows
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I see teenagers restless with anger,
Hatred, fear, insecurity
Pulling their pillows over their heads,
Pacing around their bedrooms, sleep unreachable
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I see men lying on mattresses hard as stone (to them)
Eyes wide with panic at the workloads that await them
Weighing on their backs even though they are light as air
As insubstantial as a feather's brush
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I see old women crazed with age, their cries of madness
Waking her neighbours, but uncontrollable
Something that time has inflicted her with
And never allowed her to cast away ever since
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And I bless them with my gift. I drift magic through their windows
And it cascades over their bed sheets like liquid, like tears
But even lighter, softer, sweeter to human eyes
To give them the thing they need the most at the moment
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The toddler smiles, his nightmare vanishing.
The teen sighs; the creases leaving her face.
The office worker turns to the window and takes in a deep breath.
The grandmother whispers a last word and closes her eyes.
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Then the peace whispers on through the trees
The lake stills and holds true my portrait
The rays glance off the wavering surface, towards the world
All bathed in moonlight.
All serene, all free of worry, for these few hours of the day.