Prayers to the Moon

 

As you slowly ascent

My eyes sadly descent

To a dark place of lament

I pray for a divine advent

Yet my hands lay with resent

For I bear no traits to augment

I have nothing but honest intent

And if only your glance would consent

To overlook my misleading portent

It might begin our heart’s content

For our lips can seal any ferment

But in your arms I will eternally relent

 

 

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In my Home / Saturday

11 Oct. 2014 / 8:14 am