good night moon
when you close your eyes for the last time
you'll wake up with them a different colour
but your hair at least never changes
and no matter what body you take
the sword's hilt always fits perfectly in your hand
good morning sun
today you are brown
where yesterday you were golden
but you are always glowing
warm and bright
from the beginning of the story
to the end
so much stronger than any gives you credit
from twilight to the wind's waking before dawn
the two wait for the brief moment they can touch
when all is right, and all is sacred
fate and destiny having found their place
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
