The stars spin sprial galaxies
In your eyes,
Going supernova, bursts of colour
Their gravity pulls me in,
Anchoring
Me in the cathedral walls
Of your heart
The beat of it pumps my blood,
And we breathe, together.
We are twin tails of shooting stars
Leaving trails
Of ethereal light.
But then we crash and our inner flames
Snuff,
We smolder,
And now where wonder
Used to dwelll in your eyes
I now only see memories of
Darkening skies,
Eternal nights.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Moon
PoezjaWhat happens when a long-waning knock gets answered with heavenly light? I trecked mud into your house with knuckles bloodied, but my heart, my heart leapt with joy when you saw and said, 'I brought bandages'
