her hair was born out of the Sun
her skin, came from the pale Moon.
the birds fly above my lover
they fly over the shape of our love.
i watch you in the dark
your golden womb glows
beneath your skin
so does your beating heart.
i rise in the starry sky
and take you by the hand.
i will make you
the mother of this land
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
her hair was born out of the Sun
her skin, came from the pale Moon.
the birds fly above my lover
they fly over the shape of our love.
i watch you in the dark
your golden womb glows
beneath your skin
so does your beating heart.
i rise in the starry sky
and take you by the hand.
i will make you
the mother of this land