A starry night
and
a soft, moonlit glow
paint the heavens
as
we dance under the blackness
and combine our shadows.
The world sleeps
whilst our dreams come alive
in whispers and touches
that will, tomorrow, be a memory.
No one can see us,
so we don't have to hide
from judgemental eyes
who would never understand.
A church points up,
kissing God's unseen hand
while smoke coats us
from the sins we confess
without a sound.
Hellfire in our toes
burns the ground below
and
our eyes look to where
we will never go.
The starry night will
soon end in a bleak dawn -
but the wind will remember,
as will we,
of the time the world hosted
our company.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
