The Moon
I wrote this on the train trip from London back to Chorley via Manchester Piccadilly. I was totally captivated by her and forgot how long it had been since we last saw each other.. Also thanks The Alchemist for spotting the typo in the 3rd verse. :)
I saw you standing there,
as true as time,
my pale lucid lover.
you wore a cloud as a feather boa,
and a solitary star as your only adornment.
the black gown you wear tonight - ever flowing,
is made more startling by the bright city lights,
that are the sequins which border your finery.
you look more beautiful than I can ever recall,
I am forever yours - a child of the night,
you are bewitching tonight.
Even as a man I still regard thee,
with child like bewilderment.
A child whose wildfire imagination forms an outlandish scheme,
to construct a tower of pillows,
tall enough to glance a touch,
against your cool satin face,
for a fleeting moment.
be
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.
into a deep slumber.
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