Sits under trees with leafs swaying
Leafs rustling in the daylight air of midnight days
Lays upon bright pearl spheres
He flashes thee; my moonlight
i shine him what i admire in sight
Gripping's of hands held tight
Wonders might i see him white
I die in flight
Afraid of wide eye growing heights
His minds are pounding
The everlasting
Surrounding the afterlife's
Who wonder in darkness
Anger flashes upon the
Starlight of our angel's eyes
Reveal my seeking to my maker
Hope to see the sparkle relive tonight
Awesome!!:-)
This poem is simply grand, almost mystical!
It flows nice and has an all around wholesome feel that, I am sure many, if not, I can certainly relate too!! great job!!
:-)