Moon meets Sun sitting by a brook. On its crystalline surface, she admires his swarthy glistening look.
Her night finds his day peeking through the bushes below an oak tree at this prairie.
His piercing eyes shot through hers.
Eerie.
Yet being in his arm is what she longs to be.
He is everything she wants and she dreams of.
Everything she is afraid of.
Him, whose touches are delicate and soft.
Cradles, cuddles, and confers her heartsease.
Also him, whose blaze capable of starving her to demise.
This is a pay-homage to his existence type of writings.
This is a dedication.
This is a devotion.
This is how and what she feels within.
For all the unknown, she blinds.
For all the disclosed, she waits to find.
For all she knows,
They'll walk abreast
When
Both of their shadows coalesce.
23/3/19
6.44 am
YOU ARE READING
Victor Of My Heart
PoetryPieces i compiled about a man i love. I am embracing my infatuation toward this person through words. Through something i only know how to do. It's an 18 months project of mine. I'll try my best to upload every week/when i am inspired
