Crowned: Poetry Novel [GxG] [Lesbian]

Quiet Company

I met the moon one mild night
She bathed me in silver light
Her rays drifted to me softly a hushed whisper kept gentle in-spite the harsh hour
With a sweep of her hand a cool breeze rolled the clouds away
Her presence is a gaze both wise and fair, lures me in
She has me transfixed where I stand at the balcony
Within the quiet  of her image its easy to pretend
I am merely some watchman sitting on a grassy knoll at days end
Her the moon my sole companion