My rants, raves and romances in verse - telling my greatest love stories.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Pull The Tide
Only to push forth time...
To the day she lays waste the jealous, beggar stars. When all poetic moments manifest... The day, beside me, beats her heart.
I see that night...
...Even as the scowling stars drew back, the night grew brighter. Glowing eyes of lovers pieced together. Their breath - so pulsed the moonlight, feeding flames in one another And the dawn - so far from sight, Let them to that night, forever.