Who thou art? O shooting star,
thy flashes in every dream,
melting the horizon with serenity.
From afar to fancy or close to—hold?
moonlight to the noonlight
I want you near, to behold.
Vast emptiness from you to I;
Infinite haven of the unknown
Deep shall I go and not return.
Is it something of desire or
is it love all this, tell me,
Lest I scream my heart out.
. . .
[ small AN: hi shakespeare, I bet you are quaking in your boots rn hah ]
YOU ARE READING
♡. / 詩
Poetrysingular notes of a collection with variations of poetry~ || jp/en sections.
