On the night of our wedding
I swim to my bride, the moon.
Diverged in her wild waves, I
struggle to even meet her stars.
A ceremony at twilight
where I will meet my bride,
and tip-toe on the horizon
to kiss her glowing lips.
And whisper ‘til death’.
But all too soon,
saltwater envelops it's lungs.
A body is washed to shore,
and the sun mourns warmth
on the cold lips
that ever longed
to kiss and whisper
at the moon.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
On the night of our wedding
I swim to my bride, the moon.
Diverged in her wild waves, I
struggle to even meet her stars.
A ceremony at twilight
where I will meet my bride,
and tip-toe on the horizon
to kiss her glowing lips.
And whisper ‘til death’.
But all too soon,
saltwater envelops it's lungs.
A body is washed to shore,
and the sun mourns warmth
on the cold lips
that ever longed
to kiss and whisper
at the moon.
