remember that one night
when I told you to look at the moon
while it was resting in the night sky?
I wished you really did.
I wanted to ask you
how beautiful it was.
I wanted to tell you
that you're as marvelous,
like the moon in it's full
bloom or quarter.
That even if I wasn't exactly
seeing you here from afar,
I knew you're golden—in parts
or whole.
| the moon is beautiful, isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
You remain dear, inside
Poetrywords are never enough to convey something too soulful. I will forever be a poet to unfulfilled promises, to unrhymed metaphors, to something so beautiful I long. for it so deep and enduring, for her, dear, inside me. for time, it lingers. for...
