Armored for the moon, we are
An arbitrary tercet
Casting blatant disregard
Across the face of gravity
Cavalier for passion
In a reckless sort of fashion
Trading atmosphere for purer air
To fuel our fantasies
Cradled for the night, we were
A perfect convalescence
Woven fingers under blankets
We assaulted northern lights
Crafted after seriphs
Vaguely odd and plainly careless
Making love and taking dares, we made
Our memories in the night
Overlaid with grace, we are
An everlasting circle
In an orbit better set
Than all the dreams to come behind
Burning up on entry
Like a star on course for centuries
We set our mark to heaven
And our love became divine
vampireweather 
Sounds like a beautiful memory.
It’s not only a beautiful memory. It is a beautiful reality. I have yet to be stripped of my will to shoot for the moon. Thank you muse. I hope you dream big 🙂
I am glad you posted it. I love love love it. I breathe for your words.
Thank you so much, Muse. That is quite a compliment
I love this, you are so talented, my friend 🙂 I also love the photo!!!
Thank you so much autumnsunshine! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
That was epic,I was with you every step of the way your words lit up my screen the poem is stellar I am now trapped in your orbit! Bravo! and thanks for including us! XX
Why thank you Willow! So glad you found it to your liking 🙂
Beautifully done as always, entrancing and lifting 🙂
Thank you! I’m glad it lifted you! 🙂
a divine constellation of words , VW … to view the stars is a mere thought away from wishing to join them in the heavens… xPenx
Thank you, Lady Pen. It is good to see you in my realm today
hmm, how divinely titillating 🙂
You are too kind, BlueGem. Thank you so much!
Stunningly beautiful language. Great underlying architecture and form. You strike the right balance, not overdoing the simlarity in the three stanzas — using the approach for unification and to bounce us forward.
A wonderful love poem!
You are very kind. I really do not know much about poetry, so i’m sure any intelligent design is fortunately coincidental at best. Your words are very encouraging! I appreciate your thoughts
Not necessarily coincidently — more instinctive — like a musician improvising.
I am best you are aware of the parallelism in the first line of each of your three stanzas — even if just as a sixth sense. Like a great speech that repeats the first line for each paragraph — but you don’t repeat you vary — and the variations are exquisite!
Your compliments are very humbling. Thank you for spending time reading my work today. I feel very honored. You have great skill and I have enjoyed delving into your realm today as well 🙂
lovely words reminds me of staring up into a sky full of stars and wondering whats beyond it all xxjen
We are beyond it all. I suppose it simply depends on which side of the galaxy you are thinking from 🙂
Thank you Jenny. I appreciate you stopping by!
I really really like this. It brightened my day beyond what I can say.
Thank you very much! I’m glad to hear that
Very beautiful, made me smile and sigh….
Thank you Betty
It amazes me that you don’t see what a genius poet you are.
If I ever do become a moderately good poet, I hope I never find out about it. Thank you very much.
Too late, you are actually quite adept.
Thank you for your encouragement. I really do not feel much like a poet. I feel like a spirit trapped in a body, or a thought trapped in words. I can never quite say what I would like to say, or translate the feelings stirring inside of me. If I could do one thing with my words, it might be to leave some sort of fossil record of my existence and the ones I’ve loved…enough DNA so that one day someone can reconstruct me in their mind and experience a little of what I felt while I was alive. Perhaps if I leave enough traces of myself after I am extinct, the effort I put out in my lifetime will continue to inspire someone somewhere. Perhaps, if I send these words out into the abyss, they will land on a heart and soak in. Perhaps someone will know that they are not alone. They were never alone. And I love them. If my words could do that, even after I am gone, I do not care what they call me or if they even know my name. My life is only a blink of an eye. My words are only a needle in a haystack. Maybe I am more of an idea than I am of a person, and I think someone needs me. I am so grateful to all of you who choose to read what I write. I never dreamed I would put my poetry out for so many people to view. I am humbled beyond words, and I really don’t know how to respond to the kind things people say about my writing. I don’t think I deserve it. It surprises me that people would say such things about my work, but if it means something to you, it is worth my time. Thank you.
You are such a poet!
What you said are the words of a true poet. I think most all poets feel that way, struggling to express their thoughts and feelings which are basically ineffable, but we try anyway. In fact I think that’s also true of any artist, musician, etc., – all we can do is keep honing our different crafts in order to say what is deep within us. The impossibility of reaching the perfection of that expression is frustrating, but it’s a joyful and glorious frustration. Just keep writing your poetry – no matter who sees it, it will always remain written on the walls of eternity. Nothing is ever lost! And you – YOU ARE A POET !!! 🙂
Thank you, Betty. You are too kind 🙂
Schöne Worde und schön geschrieben lasse dir mal einen lieben Gruss hier und wünsche einen schönen Nachmittag Gruss Gislinde
Thank you very much Gislinde! Have a wonderful day
A love amongst the stars and planets,
I really like this one Vampire Weather
and how delightfully written too 🙂
Androgoth
Ah, thank you very much my friend 🙂
the words are so deep and lovely… and I love also the image u used…
Thank you. I try to make sure I keep my imagery original and personal 🙂