I curled up into your side
seeking warmth and truths
as you pulled me near you,
holding our breaths while
the last remaining seconds
of the sun had set, leaving
me with an overwhelming
loneliness of lies and chills.
You pulled me closer, as I
succumbed to the night –
Take me moon! Let me love
her again! Allow me to curl
into her arms, feeling every
ounce of her warmth, where
the moon cures my loneliness.
We had taken a subtle walk,
watching the leaves die gently,
in the softest light of the trees,
feeling the wind kiss our backs
as we strolled on, counting the
minutes and days pass before
our eyes as summer fell to fall,
autumn blowing into the early
stages of winter, and the trees
growing bare, taking root in the
season, as we continued to walk
on, wandering and left waiting;
always waiting as time changed,
masked behind death and growth
as we all continued on, walking
and never stopping to take notice.
In the subtle cluster of stars,
where my hands have danced
along the brightest side of the
moon and have touched with
the gentlest of embraces the
edges of our memories left to
the shadows, cooled down by
time and never ending space;
I still find your heart beating
with every falling star, left to
the hopeless romantics making
wishes on the remnants of love.
We were left to wander
the streets with the signs
of dusk looming, set in
motion beneath a subtle
hue of jazz found in the
stars, with you and I as
the trumpet and the sax,
trailing songs with our
footsteps, singing along;
we were born wanderers,
left to the rhythms set by
the land, following along
with the moon and stars
guiding us hand in hand
to the places only seen by
the inside of our dreams.
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