Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The path is long And overgrown, so Heaven knows I'll walk alone. No matter, though: The moon's my guide, Her fingers silver, laced with mine. "So where to next?" I stop to ask. "All that you wish shall come to pass," She whispers mute With lips of comets' Tracery. I'm struck, astonished. Feet aflame And eyes the same, I trap the wind and speak her name... "My precious, gorgeous "Tireless Guide, "I'll run until you're by my side!" I take a step, Then run, then fly The overgrowth left far behind.
0
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
Midnight
The path is long And overgrown, so Heaven knows I'll walk alone. No matter, though: The moon's my guide, Her fingers silver, laced with mine. "So where to next?" I stop to ask. "All that you wish shall come to pass," She whispers mute With lips of comets' Tracery. I'm struck, astonished. Feet aflame And eyes the same, I trap the wind and speak her name... "My precious, gorgeous "Tireless Guide, "I'll run until you're by my side!" I take a step, Then run, then fly The overgrowth left far behind.
andrew-lees
Written by
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem