Shadow friend
Could but chant
The beauty of my sordid moon
Raining mist
Above their heads
Rusts dreams of spring to black
Sweet honey watches
as petals play lightly
upon aching whisper
Urging time away from youth
and crushing beauty
frantic life passes swiftly
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Shadow friend
Could but chant
The beauty of my sordid moon
Raining mist
Above their heads
Rusts dreams of spring to black
Sweet honey watches
as petals play lightly
upon aching whisper
Urging time away from youth
and crushing beauty
frantic life passes swiftly