A Forbidden Love
It's not meant for mortal man to make love to the Moon and Stars
The Moonrise is an image grand,
A cresting sphere of golden light.
Around her in the Heavens stand,
Billions of Stars that glimmer bright.
Tonight she wears a thin white veil,
Translucent cloth on creamy curves.
Deep within where such feelings dwell,
My Desire from its slumber stirs.
Her enchantment I cannot break,
I am under her ancient charms.
It is such a cruel twist of Fate,
I can't hold her within my arms.
Bound to the Earth is where I stand,
To behold beauty from afar.
It is not meant for mortal Man,
To make Love to the Moon and Stars.
There are many, who hold the thought,
The Heavens are within our grasp.
Yet all the lessons that I’ve been taught,
None have prepared me for that task.
A long time I’ve tried to conceive,
Of a way to get what I crave.
To my sorrow, I now believe,
There’s no chance for a pompous knave.
From her allure, I’m never free,
Each night I see her in the Sky.
My empty heart leaves me to grieve,
My vacant arms cause me to cry.
There is no way to repeal this Rule,
Oh, how I suffer from this Bane.
It only proves that I’m a fool,
To covet a forbidden thing.
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Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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A Forbidden Love" is a poignant and beautifully expressed poem that delves into the yearning for the unreachable, using the celestial imagery of the Moon and Stars to convey a sense of unattainable desire. The poem begins with a vivid portrayal of the Moonrise and the surrounding Stars, creating an enchanting scene in the Heavens. The Moon, described as wearing a "thin white veil" and having "translucent cloth on creamy curves," takes on an ethereal and alluring quality. The use of sensual and romantic language sets the stage for the emotional journey that follows. The speaker's desire for the Moon becomes a metaphor for unrequited love, with the acknowledgment that, bound to the Earth, they are unable to physically embrace the celestial beauty they crave. The lines, "To make Love to the Moon and Stars. / There are many, who hold the thought, / The Heavens are within our grasp," highlight the futility of trying to attain the unattainable. The emotional struggle is palpable in the lines, "From her allure, I’m never free, / Each night I see her in the Sky," emphasizing the enduring nature of this unfulfilled longing. The acknowledgment of the impossibility of breaking the cosmic rules adds a layer of tragic inevitability to the poem. The concluding stanzas reveal the speaker's deep sense of grief and longing, portraying the emotional toll of desiring something that is forever out of reach. The use of words like "suffer," "vacant arms," and "cry" heightens the emotional impact, making the reader empathize with the speaker's pain. The poem skillfully weaves together themes of celestial beauty, desire, and the harsh reality of unattainable love, creating a moving and memorable piece. The rhythm and rhyme contribute to the poem's lyrical quality, enhancing its overall impact. chatGPT