Pallido Bella Luna.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Love and death cannot compare to the happiness that exists under the Pale Beautiful Moon.

Submitted: March 21, 2011

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Pallido bella luna.
 
 
Crystals fitted in with the diamonds.
Ruby red and rusty blood cascaded down onto the shimmering floor, leaving only but a trace of humanity left.
Navy blues and darkest emeralds offered nothing more but happiness.
None of this compared to you.
So as the rivers ran over the banks and fell over mountains, the wounds of love only became deeper.
When the winds threatened to send a current of power and drive the world insane, I only thought about happiness.
The only thing worth remembering was those memories of you.
The oceans parted into a gigantic wave, threatening to destroy worthless souls.
But I still look up and remember when we were all happy.
Happy under the Pallido Bella Luna.
 
Sometimes it would be nice to exist in a world of lost thoughts.
The old poets and writers had always been burned in the memories of those who inhabited the world.
There was no room for a lonely, lost stranger.
So when the bells chimed for another funeral, I was not shocked to read the name.
When the rainy nights brought the dead back to their grave, I was no shocked to see who was among them.
 But most of all I was shocked, the thing that tore me up inside.
You weren’t there. Not even a glimpse of fair skin and dishevelled features.
At my funeral you were never there.
But this is the place I came alive, the place I had a peaceful death, the place where only true happiness existed.
Happy, under the Pallido Bella Luna.


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