My lover is an artist She won't look back Her experience has told her stories She looks at people in white and black
Her words can the strangers away As her friends are put to peace She can turn night into daytime Just like that Bring the light out of black But, she chooses her colors wisely as her facts
The stars turn into bright streetlights When she walks by The moon plays a symphony just for her smile The sun is already in her eyes The night looks in them for some life Or some mode of surprise That you just won't find
My lover speaks like silence Neither argues nor judges As she sleeps in the skies
I am glad people are enjoying all kinds of writings on this platform. This is where ideas are being shared and I am so happy to be among people like me, who just want to "get it out." "Follow your inner moonlight. Don't hide the madness."