Like a moonbeam
Brighter than the Daystar,
I am blinded by
Woman in a soft
Midnight garden;
When the day kisses
The night,
The light is weeping.
I walk alone.
The soul with no
Absolution
Is an infinite impossible.
My throat caught
In a tearful choke,
The missing song
Under the sun
Is the Moon's tender
Presences.
Love escapes
Into a masked misunderstanding,
Another misunderstanding
Hides the Father in me
Under this misguided wing
I quiver under a fools blade,
I love like a child
Lost in a forgotten story,
Missing.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Like a moonbeam
Brighter than the Daystar,
I am blinded by
Woman in a soft
Midnight garden;
When the day kisses
The night,
The light is weeping.
I walk alone.
The soul with no
Absolution
Is an infinite impossible.
My throat caught
In a tearful choke,
The missing song
Under the sun
Is the Moon's tender
Presences.
Love escapes
Into a masked misunderstanding,
Another misunderstanding
Hides the Father in me
Under this misguided wing
I quiver under a fools blade,
I love like a child
Lost in a forgotten story,
Missing.
