I keep dancing to symphonies played by the Moon
who expresses it's melancholic emotions
despite the crowding of the star-studded sky.
If only we were inches apart,
then I'd have given my heart,
I'd strum the four strings of my ukelele singing this crescent darling a whisky lullaby.
And before it goes under deep slumber,
I'll place a wildflower right ontop of it's tired frame.
When it wakes up again, I know I'll be long gone,
so is the wildflower.
But this new Artemis athough still broken,
will still be broken,
but all of it's broken parts will have the spirit of a wildflower
it will open out to different positions
and will one day grow into daisies
where they'll be nurtured by their
long lost love, The Sun
and won't have to live a day without it
again.
If only we weren't Oceans Away.....
©kennydondor