Stay.
There, beneath the moon,
Wet in it’s shadow,
The night flowing through your tresses,
Whispering lullaby,
Forging dreams,
Of summer and it’s secrets.
Let it trickle, the moonlight,
So that it can gather in your palm,
And see for once,
Your face,
O star.
May, the world still,
And gasp for breath,
As you unveil,
In searching glance,
Your eyes, the violent petals,
A mirror to search and find,
The side behind the eclipse.
Leave a Reply to Kae Bucher Cancel reply