Apr 16
A chemical reaction?
A forgotten sediment in a world fixed on mechanical motion?
Something in bedded in fantasy?
Or simply something we want to believe in to make life far more interesting…
Feb 15
Faces Of The Moon
A boy in my youth,
promised me the stars, the moon
and sought the sun
to witness his oath at noon,
but by evening, just like the sun,
he fled from my view
and he was gone.All grown I have heard of
many promises, and my lips
had been stained with
half-meant kisses, but as I look
at my window I still swoon,
not because of the youth
who swore the night-lights strewn,
but because of the man I love,
I likened to the moon.
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