The Undying Moon

I'm not sure, today has been a really emotionally charged day, and it seems my confusion today even permeates my writing. This regards the woman i love ( she's a unicorn, turned lioness, turned vixen), she held me, and i her, and the heavens and the earth faded into oblivion, and all there was our two spirits in the most holy union, mutually perfect in eternal bondage.

I tried to be as metaphorical as possible, because i felt some of my previous work didnt sufficiently evoke imagination, and so i tried to represent abstract feelings and spiritual meaning through material forms, with the 'her' referring to the wind which embodies one aspect of the woman, his love interest; the moon and the stars embodying other aspects.

It does concern love, but it's not your typical warm and fuzzy love, it's more like a flame that over time has grown colder and colder, desperately clinging on the faint flickers of hope, and still refusing to die. I wanted the poem to reflect how wonderfully evocative, yet achingly complex his love is for her.

My concern is that in my honest attempt to be figurative, and conjure the most wonderful sights from the deepest depths of human imgaination through my words, that i may have lost myself within the labyrinth of my own mind.

I think it's fair to say that is my most complex piece to date, at least the most subtle. It is imbued with eminent sense of sorrow and solitude, but there is also an underlying sense of hope, and an ardent, yet cautious passion. It's only natural the poem would seem confusing, seeing as what it's trying to represent is rather complex in itself. It concerns a man's love for woman, plain and simple

It's an allegory, for my own personal affairs. Although i tried to create a poem full of esoteric allusions, that the reader would really have to strive to comprehend, the main focus is on the imagery, so that even if you couldnt come to realise the meaning imbued into it, you could at least appreciate the imagery. When i was writing it i had this image of a lonely beach at night, with the sea calmly turning on the shore, and the full moon softly illuminating the scene, bathing it in a wash of shimmering, and rather delicate light. It really is one of the most hauntingly beautiful things my mind's ever conceived. On the surface, it's appears so simply divine, yet the setting is almost inexplicably complex, when i imagine it in my mind there so much detail to it, it's nearly overwhelming. Thus the poem serves as a reflection of this scene. An ethereal reverie used to represent a real, but somewhat abstract matter. The beach represents how that on the surface love can be wonderfully serene, and so divinely beautiful, but underneath can also be pervaded by an almost cold, melancholy, and woeful taste - for whatever reason.

In terms of close textual analysis and dissecting each line:

-the "silent song of the sea" embodies his vast, but unspoken love.

-'arms yearning...to escape the twilight' represents the man's confusion, and how he is unable to fully understand his feelings. not to mention that the word twilight also means "a state of uncertainty, vagueness, or gloom".

-'Moonlight enslaves the woeful tides, still wishing upon a weeping sky' is suposed to conjure connotations of faint hope and an idea that he is almost ensnared by his despair.

-'With soft echoes through the mist, the stars eluding my watchful eyes' is a reference to how in the times of yore travellers would use the stars to navigate, they served as emblems of clarity, guiding lights to enable one to reach his destination - but he is lost, for he cannot see the stars. The mist reprensents how lost and confused, even almost senseless he feels, and the 'soft echoes' embody the faint flickers of hope of which he so earnestly clings on to.

-'Lost within the wistful mystery, spirits enthralling me to the night' - the mystery of love, and although he loves this woman, his love has become cold and dark like the night, however like the night, there is still an underlying haunting beauty to it.

-'Woebegone the wind strokes my skin, her touch consuming my spirit' - the wind is the woman, pretty self-explanatory.

-'Faint white ripples paint the heavens, the darkness clinging to my soul' - again the white ripples represent the faint flickers of hope, the darkness his despair and solitude.

-'With the sharp tongue of winter, stealing the remnants of my dreams' - see if you can work that one out yourself

-'My skin embracing her cold caress, subjecting my essence to confusion' - the woman shows affection for the man, hence 'caress', but it's rather passionless, hence 'cold'. she is the object of his grandest desires, and although somewhat tainted by the lack of the passion he holds for her, he embraces her touch nevertheless. The man is rather maudlin, and although he understands the woman has fondness for him, he is confused as to whether there is any real feeling behind her affection.

-the last two lines arent too hard to understand [/incredibly tired as of now]