The moon is a diamond dream,

a sweet shadow of midnight

butterflies drunk on sleep

into which we seep

like the blood red sun

beneath the blue blood sea

and we are waves in bottles

bobbing along on the beauty

and the briny, too intoxicated

to think of our time being

temporary, too insignificant

to think of ourselves as anything

other than spotlight central,

hurtling through this journey

of shiny and sleepy and catching reflections on the slippery surface

of the rest; the best

of what we’ve yet to be.

The moon is a diamond dream

and this journey a blind belief

that cannot be broken by the truth;

we can master the major

even if we are minor,

we can catch that kiss caught

in another corner of this cosmos

even as we burry more and more

of ourselves within the bright red

borders but we broke from Eden

and it didn’t end. We are self

starved delusions winging it

on a whim of wonder beneath

a glass cloud in a sky

of shining steel.

We are diamond dreams;

how we shimmer

in the shade

of the moon.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly


  1. merrildsmith

    This is so beautiful, Damian. That first line caught me and didn’t let go. 🙂
    It’s a rainy morning here–I can’t see the moon, but I know she’s there somewhere. I don’t think we’ll see the sun today either.

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Oh, thank you Merril. This one arrived this morning in the train ride to lovely Strasbourg, where i send you greetings from. I thought i was finished but there was another poem in the series it seemed. So glad you liked this 🤗🤗

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