your simile

~ dedicated to Luthien ~

as empty as cup overflowing
as weak as autumn wind blowing
as dark as orange sun rising
as boring as poem surprising

as cruel as infant's smile
as clumsy as beauty's guile
as shallow as Saviour's heart
as close as two worlds apart

as foolish as Solomon's prayer
as sour as clear mountain air
as enslaved as a soaring hawk
as easy as learning to walk... sometimes

as worthless as God's creation
as resistible as temptation
as chilly as soul's inner fire
as harmless as hidden desire

as poor as king's daughter
as lifeless as rushing water
as solemn as child's laughter
as dull as believer's life-after

as done as a journey of four or five years
as old as one with untamed fears
as cheap as a night's uncounted tears
as false as the words of magic mirrors

as easy to stop as wandering streams
as easy to reach as one's own dreams
as easy to grasp as moonbeams

as long as i've one more sleepless night
as long as the joy of the future's in sight
as long as there's one more poem to write...

the verses i find in my mind will be
the songs that i sing in my heart will be
the way that your soul draws mine will be

your simile

lost in the moonlight

my blessing tonight is solitude... and i'd gladly do without it
my closest friend is my enemy,
staring through the mirror at me
daring me to search but never find
to leave my home and lock the door behind
reminding me to throw away the key
to vanish from the world's sight
to get lost in the moonlight

my curse tonight is identity... and i'd like to forget about it
the murmurs of my lonely heart
are loathe to keep the two apart:
the one who's driven to seek me out
and i, the one who clings to doubt
yet i can't believe that love could be my right
so i'll sleep by day, walk alone by night
my smile lost in the moonlight

my life tonight is in others... and i hope they forgive me for it
selflessness says, as my only guide,
"it's always worth the pain and pride
to be incomplete for completion's sake
to put the self to sleep, and never wake
to live out life, yet die inside
to act as though you might
like to be lost in the moonlight"

my true face tonight is in hiding... and i'll never truly miss it
a star close by might reveal my grin-
or maybe it will find my sin
my friends tell me i cannot run;
their laughter invites me into the sun,
to meet the me i could've been...
but if i have to be alone tonight
i'd rather be lost in the moonlight

destiny, dream, or dying man's delight,
to wander lost in the moonlight?