In Love with the Moon
She holds all in disdain
Cold and shining
So hard
like steel
Like ice
Unable to dim
The light she has become
Fixed upon the cold black night
She owns the canvas
The Night
She shuns the stars
Untouchable she is
And the stars weep
Ice crystals
That shines their pain
Her pain
I’m in love with the moon
Though my arms can not
Reach that far
Can not touch
Her
Strain as I might
Regal she is
Donning that lonely robe
She shines
Alone
Tags: beauty, man and woman, Poetry, wonder










Posted on February 9th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
Beautiful and majestic, Quas.
Posted on February 9th, 2010 at 2:22 pm
Thanks Para