Born from moonlight and stardust,
she glows.
Slowly, she unfurls,
like a graceful midnight flower.
Dripping gold,
hair like the black velvet sky.
Soft skin glows pearlescent in the moonlight,
and shadows fall on her face.
The smell of water lily in the air makes me drowsy,
seeing her through half closed eyes.
The citylights seem far now,
like we've entered a new world.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
