Love-Loss
A fair line, through space and time,
clearly drawn, with a mind which bread light,
as a gaze of the moon,
slowly coming to light, erasing the harshness of the sun,
keeping your eyes captured.
Dancing with fate,
allowing your body to feel each sound,
as the rhythm which you produce slowly entices the weather,
calmly seducing the rain to come forward,
With each flower radiantly caressing your skin.
Beautifully loosing yourself,
In each breathless scent of the air,
as the rain agressively concieves your thoughtless wishes,
with a touch of sunlight,
still waving it's last goodbye,
as the night tales it's place.
With time gone, and no return.

© nosihlekatherine