Moonlight shards come down out of the clouds
that seem darker than the space beyond them
All over the valley is the dust that has already fallen
nestled between dead mountains that bleed crystal water
tears of the summit lost to the icy wind
which dry up before they reach the valley floor
A sea of strange shadows rolls in the distance
and a breeze out of the west carries the scent
sweet like a siren call, pale like the midnight sun
rising twice each night above the world
and falling again when the moonlarks sing
Silence is master here, silence and a still expectancy
waiting for the wandering lights to rain down from the sky
a screaming fire that will fall upon the dead sea
and reach into places where even the sun cannot go
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This poem started as an idea to describe the landscape of an alien world, and sort of morphed into something a bit different.
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Mitchel David Ring 
8 responses to “Moonlark Song”
So descriptive and beautifully written. I love this line especially, “a screaming fire that will fall upon the Dead Sea”. Wow. Love 💕 Joni
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Thanks Joni! (:
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You paint quite a wonderfully dark picture. I may go look at the moon tonight! But if things start falling, I’m going inside. Haha.
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Fair enough! Thanks so much (:
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Amazing description, I was imagining everything vividly as I was reading. Your words flow nicely!
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it (:
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Dark imagery of an alien world but somehow I feel at peace. Love your writing.
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Thanks Sara much appreciated (:
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