the moon was bleeding
'cause of wounds untold
the waxes and the wanes,
like flames of a gusty soulgalaxies collided and
the stars cooled down
like angel mists we drifted,
across this ceaseless cloud
the serendipity of
chancing upon each other
weighed me downas your face illuminated
under the starlight,
while we admired the diamond
flame of silver mångata;
i could vow that there were
otherworldly beings rewriting
our seraphically pleasant sonataevery now or then;
a twinkle caught your eye
the gentle sound of the waves;
almost like a lullabyeyes ablaze; as you towered
over my silhouette
"Can I convince you to stay?"
you implored,
as a breathy sigh escaped my lipsthe euphoriant air
held onto this celestial occurrence;
you're like the Sirius of the night sky, alluring even to the distant
YOU ARE READING
Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed