The Moon and I

In the green meadow by the lake,

the moon and I knit poetry of silk,

the language of the birds sleeps in the trees

like ripened fruits

your eyes are closed and faraway

the world rotates between two cherries and a kiss

stars rise over old memories of purple seas

like cherry buds

there was a glass of wine and an abyss

forgotten in the bloom of the first holy water

I tie your hands with ribbons made of dreams

I seal your chest with roses and with amber

oh, it’s midnight and I must leave

yet not before

on your shaved face

the moon and I

drop dew

and virgin violets

                                                                    ~ Gabriela M.

                                                                           United States


  1. Beautiful poem

  2. A beautiful poem

  3. Sara McNulty

    Stunning imagery in this wonderful poem.

  4. Good Lord, Gabriela!!! So very beautiful. Thank You and Cheers!!! :)

  5. Nice poem

  6. Salam Tomba

    A fantastic poem indeed, Gabriela, I’m
    lost in your poem the whole night

  7. Salam Tomba

    Wish u all the best

  8. Kiora Tash

    Beautiful imagery: ‘the language of birds sleeps in the trees’. You have a light touch and a mind of clarity. Wonderful to read.

  9. Chakradhar Mohanta

    Angels don’t pass on
    They just shine brighter
    In a another realm
    So I will always
    Look out for her
    In the sky !

  10. Your lines…
    Like goblets of red wines…

  11. Halayudha Panda


  12. Really lovely. Inspiring in times such as these!

  13. Beautiful, lovely…just, not enough! ♥♥

  14. Madhumathy

    A beautiful,heady mix of sight,sound and love

  15. Prashanta kar advocate kuchinda, dist.sambslpur odisha. India.

    Wao, my heart feels only your words. Thanks dear.

  16. It’s magical.❤️

  17. such a beautiful poem:)

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