The moon was greater than her love
And the last song that was sang
Was greater than the last time
Of what made the fear grow into light
And then the night came
And we were all thinking of our dreams
But most of all to love more than to fear.
YOU ARE READING
There is no talking only whispers of love in the moonlight of dreams
PoesíaKilling the lonely Loving until the time Comes and goes And then the dark Is frozen in the cold Of the blue and the moonlight.
