So there did I lie
Under moonlit sky
In the old field o' rye;
Not an easy goodbye.
With scarlet in hand
And scarlet the mist;
'Twixt the blades o' the rye
By the monnlight we kissed.
Then I looked at the stars
And they winked into sight;
Then the black took them too,
Stole them into the night.
And I longed for the sun
And the moon to go dance
For the bumblebees
And all the nightbugs to prance.
But alas,
The sun and the moon are apart
And the bumblebees die
Late at night, in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry, an attempt at expansion.
PoesíaI'm not expecting much from these scribbles, mostly just a place in which to put them. x) If you enjoy them, then fantastic!! :) Anyway, I've been wanting to write fanfiction and/or some original stories, but I'm not quite sure how everything works...
