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Blue Moon Luster by Rachel Marks

The cloud a thumbprint
Your memory an imprint
Sometimes, time means nothing
Yeah sometimes, time means nothing
Did you know you were part of my plan
To get away?
I couldn't drive past our remains day after day
While you, you clung
But moved past, past what?
My love of someone broken?
I saw a diamond too early, too late
Diamond glitter in dreams
Blue moon luster
Over wires, you are vivid
Clarity of voice, haunting
I know we are destined to drum parallel rhythms
Until we sparkle on our own

Words by Rachel Marks

Sometimes I wonder
Why I long to be great
And sometimes, I long for it...
For others to know my words.
Really, it should not matter.
Words are only words
Alone.
Someone must love them or despise them
To give them life.
We are animals.
Below them.
For we give names to our desires,
Our lust, our fears.
We rationalize instinct, beauty, ugliness
We debase and we intellectualize.
And we are again -
Beautiful for it.

Bio:   Rachel Marks has been writing poetry since she was 13.   Her poems are expressions of different components of her life.   Rachel enjoys volunteering at the National Zoo, the DC Jewish Community Center, hiking, reading, cooking, singing karaoke and spending time with friends.