Friday, January 29, 2016

Moon

Moon

Guarded by fire
from the storms that rage above
word reached
for my eyes to gaze upon you
and you tremble with light
after a while the blowing wind
turned into a whisper
Our hearts numb
this ground is raging us on
to meet our souls
where frost is eating the branches
of these naked trees
freezing the earth below
The cries within urge my heart
force a smile on my lips
but barely a voice to speak
for the first time you spoke
I am yours
embracing this light
calm the tides
sing our song to the stars…

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