~ The Portal Moon ~
Of all the dreams I’ve dreamt
each hopeful breath, and each lament
my heart holds on to what is true
time always circles back to you
we were of the same vein
I felt your pain
I learned your soul
I loved you, whole
through the years, I remain the same
destined to carry the eternal flame
even though you’ve slipped away
I carry it still, to this day
I still journey through the night
and pray to the moon to use her sight
so she would always make it known:
you never walked your path alone
Moon, be my portal
carry love immortal
whisper with gentle strength
protect him, to any length
now, I know not where you roam
but memories of you bring me home
beyond where bittersweet is buried
home is where eternal hope is carried.
© Dahlia Ramone: February 14, 2021
This was written for Blogophilia Topic:
Promised Rose Garden
(1) Use a song title from Frankie Valli and/or the Four Seasons:
(2) Mention a town or city from North Dakota
(“Portal” and “Hope)
17 thoughts on “The Portal Moon”
Thank you 🙂
There was a lot of power. I see the moon still calls you. I miss it when you don’t write
Thanks, Tyler. I’ve missed writing, actually, it felt good to be writing again. And yeah, that damn moon…
This one just resonates. Every beautiful line an ache and longing. Loved it. So nice to see you back xo
Ache and longing, those seem to be my calling cards, those poems are the easiest to write. So glad you enjoyed it. 💗💗
Beautiful and a much needed read tonight! Happy to seen you writing!
Thanks, Beautiful. I’m glad you found it at the time you needed. It felt good to be writing again 💗
Riffing Dahlia “Through the Portal”
When a search begins with “Look to the sky,”
it certainly helps to be able to fly.
A leap of faith implores “Return to send,”
which requires a measure of pretend.
It is always sound practice to ask of Moon,
in hopes your misplaced destiny comes home soon.
But in the event, he has gone away for good,
might you follow, if asked? I think you would.
A portal is not as a swinging door,
with two sides, a ceiling, and a floor.
Sometimes it is but a lesson to learn,
this is a one-way tour with no return.
Michael Todd (2021)
Love requires a measure of pretend
That such bliss could never end
If a hand were extended for me to take
Nothing but dust would lie in my wake
The portal has an aura we call Fate
With no beckening hand, we wait
Is the lesson he’s not coming back
Or do I stay, trapped in a flashback?
Absolutely beautiful. Love is eternal, and the moon always give hope. 8 points Earthling and nice to read you again!
Oh my! You always have had a way with words. This one is so powerful Dahlia.
Beautifully written. I love your writing style!
Love this, Dollface! I always look out my window at night to see if the moon is visible. 🙂 If there’s no moon I say, “Eh no moon.” If I do see the moon I say, “Eh a beautiful moon.” LOL I crack myself up.
This was (speaking in a French accent)…MAGNEEFEESAHNT! 🥰