Moonlight path sparkles,
Guiding my hazel eyes,
Evening winter walks,
By the sea’s side.
Waiting here,
Torture,
Salty air,
Reminds,
Rhythmic waves,
Taunt,
Inamorato’s lullaby.
Moon tries,
Soothing,
But, he’s gone again,
Weary is the traveler,
Who stole my heart.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful ~ and cheated again to look up Inamoratos Moon on the internet, only to get looped right back to this poem (another type of loop poetry perhaps). Stunning imagery in your words ~ and weary is the traveller who stole my heart is perfect. A ‘sadly positive’ piece of work ~
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This poem was written while wondering about the whereabouts of a mysterious man. Inamorato means lover, so a lover’s moon, I suppose is another title I could have used. I totally LOVE that you wondered about Inamorato’s Moon. He’s the man I gave this title to and he often visits my dreams. Perhaps you’ve found a new way to loop yourself right back to me, Dalo. 😉 Sometimes you make it soooo easy to flirt with you. In the end, yes, this was a sad poem, but you know how much I adore a longing poem, so all is well. Thank you…
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There is a great energy created with flirting, always creative…and I did not know that about Inamorato, and a perfect longing poem making this a perfect title. I know also understand loop poetry on a different level as well 🙂 You’re teaching me all sorts of stuff today!
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We have pretty good energy, I agree. 🙂 Yes, I’m your teacher, Dalo, sit right here and let me teach you everything I know. Smirk. I feel very accomplished.
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How warm is the water there, Audith?
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Well, I didn’t take the water’s temperature, Duketh. Coolish for sure, but it was 67° today with no humidity, so it was gorgeous. Yesterday at the beach it was cooler, but lovely just the same.
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Aw, golly, this is just too beautiful — even with the sadness! I can’t get enough of looking at the moon. We’ve had a string of gloomy days, though, and I haven’t seen it in ages. Thanks for reminding me! By the way, my eyes are hazel, too!
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Thanks, Debbie. I talked to my brother today in Nebraska and it was 62°..67° here. I think those are some pretty amazing temps for January. Hope you had a bit warmer weather. The moon is fantastic, and I rarely write about it. Not sure why. Glad you enjoyed this one. Hazel eyes….look at us! *prances around*
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Beautiful melancholic!
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Maxima! You honor me with your comment. I am such a fan of your poems. I’ve always dreamed I’d have pages of poetry written to me by a man who loves me, as you love your lady. Thank you for commenting on my poem. Enjoy your day.
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Sad and beautiful… the waves and moonlight blend perfectly with the emotions you described.
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So I got the emotion across, which is what I intended to do, Gus. Thank you for saying the poem’s sad and beautiful. I’ve never writen about the moon before last night. I blame too many hours by the gulf yesterday.
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Who is this traveller, Ms HazelEyes?
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Watch out…you’ve been traveling lately, Rajiv. Giggle. Thanks for remembering the color of my eyes. You know, for a guy whose left the office behind for photography your gravatar says differently. You’re so pensive there, Indian Cowboy. xx
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aah beautifully written the ending is melancholic 🙂
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Thank you, my friend. I thought the mood called for melancholy. Glad you liked it. xx
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moon, sea, breeze
almost makes me
want to fall in love 🙂
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Aww, me, too. Wanna? 😉 I like lions… giggle. Enjoy your day. Thanks for the comment, by the way.
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should our paths cross
in this life
lets have tea 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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