She rose up high as she gave silver light,
I stood in awe as flow'rs illuminate;
Joining as one with the darkest of nights,
And moonlight comes near; lights a path not straight.
No eye shall see his cries of misery,
The pure soul of the moon depart a while.
Let words long unspoken drift unto seas,
As she pulls me in towards the night sky.
And pain shall fade within these bleeding scars,
She mends despite be a few days away;
One gaze shall feel like a moment with stars,
And my heart be warmed by eternal flames.
As long I can speak and my hands be free,
Begone not my love and our eyes still meet.



© xvieragr

*photo from Pinterest