My Darling,
How I crave to hear my name
fall from your sinful lips
like a melancholy swan song,
A calling from the heavens
Begging to be followed.
Your voice rises-
far away to the
oceans of stars above
In turn, making even
the most bashful of moons
blush into the void of night,
well into the paradise of dawn.
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To The Stars
PoetryDrifting thoughts of a wandering soul. "I am lost amid memories screened in smoke and veiled in melancholy. How the world sways and stars dance, how the night becomes day and I? I remain lost, wandering aimlessly in the obsidian soaked path laid ou...
