#ObjectOfAffection

I see you there my crescent heart,
Forever touching the sky,
Gently cradling the stars,
With your nightly lullaby.

Your children they dance and twinkle,
They forever have their shine,
Frantically prancing entrancingly so,
Among the clouds divine.

My heart calls out to you my dear,
Your king has gone to rest,
In nightly cowl,
With every howl,
Wooded courts I am the jest.

I see the north wind gusting,
Caressing the snow with ease,
Your gentle touch,
Has filled me much,
With every softened breeze.

I’m tainted by your rapture,
From the mountain where I stood,
Your love I’ll always capture,
In my mind and heart for good.

I’ll hide away within my den,
As your king begins to rise,
I’ll hold you close,
Like a fallen rose,
Within my moonlit eyes.

© M T Lewin