weeping light | @moonhuayoon

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There was no sun, he'd say; 

No star-sprinkled night skies 

To guide the lost wanderer; 

No happily flying fireflies 

To land on slender hands; 

Not even a silvery moon 

To soothe the lover's cries 

For bygone times— 

It is no place for you to be, 

He'd say. 


Sorrow filled her fiery eyes; 

How come he has to live in 

Places so cold and dark? 

She wondered and pondered, 

But had yet to receive a reply. 

Thus, she wished to lend him 

Some of her soul's glowing light; 

To clad him in warmth 

And ease her loving heart. 


Translucent petals started 

Falling off her moonlit gown; 

Tumbling in the icy air 

And glowing in the pool of dark. 

They brushed against his skin 

And landed upon his palms; 

Wonder overcame his eyes, 

To very soon turn into fright. 


Her moonlit lids remained closed, 

And a smile lit up her pinkish lips 

As her light continued to devour 

The one she longed to save. 

Aureate beams of light streamed 

Through translucent hands of hers; 

Flooding the rigid ground, 

And glistening on his skin 

As pieces of him started to fade 

Beneath her soul's eternal glow. 


She opened her eyes only to see 

That he has now turned to dust; 

And none other than her light 

Has forced his soul to fade away. 

Tears of grief she sheds up until today; 

And no tomorrow shall arrive 

Without sorrow to come her way. 

For indeed, it was not for her 

To linger in worlds of his; 


And all her life she shall 

Live in remorse for 

Lightening up the one 

Who was not meant 

To touch the light.



Weeping Light is moonhuayoon's 7th poem, and it is poetic imagery at its best.


I have got to say that, upon reading these poems, I was entirely immersed in the beautiful literary illustrations. I, thus, had to share.


"Flooding the rigid ground,

And glistening on his skin"


The combination between earth and human features is so intricate and complex yet at the same time, positively flawlessly flowing, is memorable.


I look forward to reading more...



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