Express Your Feelings Through Poetry

The moon wept,
Its silvery droplets dissolving into the sea's endless embrace,
Sobbing, "I never thought
Anyone else could light up the darkness so beautifully."
It hadn't imagined
The shimmering dance of her waves,
The tender caresses shared with the tides.
But twilight had already gone,
Whispering, "Her gaze is deeper and more thrilling than mine."
When morning came,
I found myself on the shore.
Even the stars vanished,
Leaving the night hollow.
The sea lay in a slumber of Love,
Lost in visions.
I joined it there,
Tracing the moon's tears on the sand,
Swallowed whole by an eternal tide of reveries.

When twilight came, quiet and still,
I knew you were gone.
A night without the moon's warm embrace,
The sea, a silent mourner, held its breath.
Untouched by my tears,
A void where sorrow dared not linger.
I reached for the stars,
Their light slipping through my fingers,
As I stood by the window,
The stillness pressing against the glass.

She had just risen from the sea,
The lover of Poseidon.
Her curls framed a sweaty forehead,
As the waves sang a mournful hymn,
Carrying her essence to the depths.
A glass in one hand,
A dagger in the other.
The universe bled red—
Was it wine, or her sorrow?
As the sea claimed her,
Its embrace shimmered with her final sigh,
A love both eternal and fleeting,
Carried away by the tide.

I woke, bloodied all over,
Suddenly, in a field of poppies.
The scarlet seeped into the earth,
A silent scream of life and loss.
A melody stirred me—
Timid yet vibrant,
A fragile harmony I had never heard before.
Her crimson breath promised life to the dead,
Softly, tenderly,
While her radiant, snowy smile offered peace and devotion.
I knelt among the scarlet blooms,
Their petals brushing against my wounds.
What did it matter
If I died once more?