you're the ocean,
with high and lows
emotions that turn the tides
that wash over me
that wash everything else away
you're the moon,
waxing and waning
centerpiece of a starry sky
you lift me up,
and lift my spirits
you're the world
turning on and on
seasons changing with each breath
canvas your skies and soil
a canvas of oranges and greens
we're a cycle,
eternal for as long as it matters,
coming back to each other
on common ground,
for common love
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
