I am night's velvet twist,
the harbinger of
crescent moons,
the mistress of the
makeshift altar
that resides within
the gloom;
I celebrate the
encroaching dusk,
gathering reveries from
crisp winter skies,
and you can track my
evening journey
if you look deep into
these stargazing eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.