You call me your moon
Beautiful with my scars;
Waxing and waning
Ever-present nonetheless;
Following your every step,
Listening to all your secrets,
Singing sweet lullabies on lonely nights,
Lighting up the darkness within your soul.
Yes, I am the moon
But you are my Star
Burning bright always
Invincible, needing none,
The centre of my galaxy,
My existence revolving around you.
Yes, I am the moon
But I'm just a piece of rock
If you shine not upon me
Just one of your many lovers.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
