|from the inspirition and heart of a poet and writer of life....|
|Contents.... page links|
|INDEX OF WRITERS............|
|A Love That Time Forgot... by M.L. Moeller|
|PAGE OF HONORS, etc.....|
|Moonstones.... page 2|
|The night quiet, blue and cold,
the stars twinkle;
meteors arch through the royal blue
and sprinkle the earth in diamonds;
the breeze has chosen
to hang suspended around
to beckon me from fantasy
like a lover's cloak
lovingly draped and a
whispered kiss on cheeks;
the night and you,
one leaves me cold, alone, lonely;
the other forever lost to view
has warmed my soul,
flamed eternal fire;
a love that time cannot
a candle beckons you
from my window.
|Moonstones.... page 3|
|ALL WRITINGS IN MOONSTONE ARE COPYRIGHTED TO THE INDIVIDUAL WRITERS AND MAY NOT BE USED WITHOUT THEIR WRITTEN CONSENT... March 2001|
by Sarah LuAnn Jensen
|Twilight shrouds the silent-hushed
countryside. A black silhouette with cloak
out seeking "eyes of the night". All of
a sudden a mysterious howling not silent.
The iridescent color of a golden moon
veils upon the jagged rocks. The moon
now almost vanishing before the bright
luster of dawn.
The Indian maiden in step of the new day
found what she was seeking. The wolves
last night have mysterious ways.
Ever present, one guardian wolf
seeing all with "eyes that pierce the night".
Proud of her heritage; pulling her cloak closer
around her shoulders,she will return again
Her cloak reveals a moonlit world of jagged rocks,
crashing waterfalls, and a mournful howling
sound of a lonely mountain wolf.
She found what she was seeking...
Tomorrow she will return.
|The Double Dactyl of Count Belisarius by Brandy Stark|
History tells you
of Nike's good grace.
waged a big battle and
by Dolores Patitz
|Chandeliers of ice
cold in the winter sun
like polished glass...
hues of yellow
pinks and blues
wet tears in the sun
them to nothingness....