Jun 2016
like moonbeam
you long to kiss
the pitch black
landscape
of my mind
and find comfort
in the blanket
of shadows
sprawled,
where upon
you drift easy
in the lull
of ebony dreams
you long to kiss
the pitch black
landscape
of my mind
and find comfort
in the blanket
of shadows
sprawled,
where upon
you drift easy
in the lull
of ebony dreams
