Moonstrung

Hearts strung from the moon, strung to a tune
of adolescence and nocturnal obsession
like star-crossed lovers beginning to bloom;
two souls aging gracefully as the fountain of youth
is shared between laughter and memories
all but fading too soon.

What lingers there beneath your hair
in the thoughts you weave as you gently cleave
to the moments lost when life was lived without care?
Would the brightest lights of the love you share
shine upon the distant waters with an ecstasy
that could be felt without compare?

Souls flitted away to an ethereal place
filled with flickers of stars in their moonstrung hearts,
an existential remedy as they see face-to-face
that the lines they blurred have left without trace,
and the wine they stirred has nostalgically
reminded them of grace.

Where have you gone, you muse of wonder,
with your tresses falling upon your mind’s recesses
while you’re strung out on those moonlit blunders?
Will your soul sway to seas asunder,
wrought by the waves that effervescently
consume until they drag you under,
or will you find your way gracefully
back to your moonstrung wonder?