There is peace awaiting purpose, Calmness coursing through your stride. A pensive and predestined journey, Reflective expedition designated, Originally for you. Motivation takes over You shudder to think of, Arriving at the finish line. Spasms churn your inner being, Utopia seems so blurry and vague. Do comprehend that, You must relish this transitory median. Dance like the nonchalant gypsy, Numb to torrential rain. Savour the jovial waves, Crashing alongside your dampened feet. Or bask in instantaneous glory, Of witnessing the first star, From the deepening twilight. Hold on to your serenity. May it grip you, As the mighty talon of an eagle, Whilst you are precisely woven, Into the fabric of fate. Monica St Hillaire, 2021
Memoirs from my memories, Verses in my head. My life in a globular orbit, With every moment a highlighted pause. A graceful sigh uttered, Materialized moments coursing within, To a blissful epiphany, In a vivid aura belonging to only me. Trajectory I follow in substantial movement. Midnight walk along the shore, Stroll near a myriad of sunflowers, Encroaching twilight near immense pine trees. Depicted with such definiteness, Motion to my poetry, Pillar to my every stanza. This world reeling in the palm of my hands, Combined with a limitless sky, Simply waiting for me. Memoirs from my memories, In an unprecedented life, Live in these eccentric moments, Immortalized in whimsical wording. (c) Monica St Hillaire,2021.
I'll cry beneath the crescent moon, Till my tears are no more. My heart boasts a similar shape, A crumbling concave, But absent is the blinding glow. Lull and dullness hover, The remnants inside of me. What courage can I muster? I am no longer whole. Even the stars weep for me, Dreary Flashes, Encompass the dismal sky. Ominous wind blows, Message is somewhat clear. Broken is the heart, Yet eternally the light lives on. Engrossed thoughts pervade, A weakened soldier retreats, I kneel and I quiver, I am no longer whole. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Astral night, Dismisses the pale twilight, Its rightful place seized, In an empyrean sky. A saturated shade, Befriending the tranquility, The darkness brings. Bold and brazen, Like a reigning monarch, Until the contrast, Of the jovial dawn, Infiltrates... And until then, Profound dominion, Upon the ravishing dark. Dusky yet enchanting, Beneath trinket stars, Brilliance and aura, Unmatched. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
theatrical stars tree branches oscillation perplex jolt of stones (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Meet me near the melting sun,
To watch the brilliance of tinted clouds,
Cease to exist.
Here our love will blossom,
It has been concealed too long.
You are the lily in my life,
I want this world to know.
We’ll keep our eyes fixated,
On the mountain top,
Till the last glimmer fades…
Eloquent words I solemnly utter,
Professing this undying,
Love for you.
Daylight will wane,
As the silhouette of the night,
Encircle us both.
I delicately draw you near,
Moments before our love,
This unwavering supernova,
Illuminates the shadowy darkness,
Replenishing the twinkling sky.
The descending sun,
Is where we shall meet.
As the day retreats for sleep,
Awaken is our newfound love.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
sharp naked moonlight leafless branch absorbs dazzle owl scouts barren field (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
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Seated round campfire, Canary outshines Barred Owl; Starry night outside... (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
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View Orion's Belt, Minute in a sky so vast; Telescope angled. Monica St Hillaire, 2020.