Cynosure

E- Estranged Entity

a night cloud blooms.

its forlorn ringlet,
shaded silver,
comes to view.

concealing
the thousand wishes
it [the cloud] drips,
from its eyes,
as disastrous
as an acid rain
that slips
down
from the skies.

the moon appears beaming near the night cloud.

cravings of the heart,
unconquered,
wither away,
curling into themselves,
fazed.

the cloud,
now,
a grim painting.

the moon
cajoles the cloud,
enshrouding it,
in a warm embrace.

together,
they resemble,
a ball of silvern
celestial
body.

the cloud pulls away.

off the cloud moves,
far away from the frowning moon,
whispering into the night,
swallowing down its tears,
for all went running,
hiding under the trees,
when it cried.

… and the cloud is nowhere to be found.

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all her rivers have run dry,
with only a few shells left.
dear, she is bereft!
of zeal, joy and love.
having no more tears to cry,
she finds solace in the One above.

can't you see?

just let her be...

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©VioletEden