As want
   Of greedy eyes
Turn bold
     In view
Of  pristine
      Mountaintops

In sights
    Of  female
tender folds
In supple Petals
    Of a rose

As breaths
     Of impassioned
Lovers sighs
      As love should
Be immortalized

'Tis there go
      You and I
As wild as tame
       As the lion
And lamb

Stronger deeper
      Every day
To heights
       Of ecstasy
To dream

The dreams
      No man
 Has ever dreamed
      Before

I love to look at the moon

I miss having windows

On nights such as this

I wonder quietly

If the moon misses

My eyes looking in awe

At such a beautiful thing

I pine for,
     crescent moons
     and star-peppered skies.

I notice and hear,
     swaying silhouettes
     and whistling night breezes.

I anticipate,
     the expiring hours
     and dew-scented earth.

I only exist in,
     extended silences
     and shattered lenses.

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