Under a meridian moon,
That silvers the shroud of night,
My fingers map the contours of you.
And in this safe harbour of limbs
Two polar opposites conjoin.
Magnetic fields pulling us close
Navigating the other’s shores.
Taking me from valley to mountain,
Parallel lines now fused together
And the world bows down to us,
Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.
And we float on tranquil waters
Light, so light, no orientation.
Motionless, trembling, helpless.
And within the tremulous radiance,
We return to scale.
From the zenith of my love,
I want to be a cartographer,
To represent a special concept.
And depict this phenomenon onto paper,
Giving you the legend and the key,
And draw you a map to the stars.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
Under a meridian moon,
That silvers the shroud of night,
My fingers map the contours of you.
And in this safe harbour of limbs
Two polar opposites conjoin.
Magnetic fields pulling us close
Navigating the other’s shores.
Taking me from valley to mountain,
Parallel lines now fused together
And the world bows down to us,
Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.
And we float on tranquil waters
Light, so light, no orientation.
Motionless, trembling, helpless.
And within the tremulous radiance,
We return to scale.
From the zenith of my love,
I want to be a cartographer,
To represent a special concept.
And depict this phenomenon onto paper,
Giving you the legend and the key,
And draw you a map to the stars.
