May 2018
As the sun rises up behind the mountains,
touching the flowers and raising their sleepy heads,
I tilt my face towards its warmth, storing it for the day ahead.
As the sun goes back down,
the flowers bow their heads again, dull petals shielding the core,
I sit as I sat before,
and say goodbye till another day as the moon comes out,
leaving a yearning for more.
touching the flowers and raising their sleepy heads,
I tilt my face towards its warmth, storing it for the day ahead.
As the sun goes back down,
the flowers bow their heads again, dull petals shielding the core,
I sit as I sat before,
and say goodbye till another day as the moon comes out,
leaving a yearning for more.
For me, the hardest part is the title - naming my poem... Well, I guess you would have worked that out by now :) A first of a trilogy I'm writing based on the sun and the moon.
