Tiptoed out of my bed,
not to alert mom and dad,
in a day that now seems in another life,
I went in to the outstretched
hands of mysterious, silent, night,
my secret lover waiting for long,
in our quiet courtyard,
expectant.
The moment I stepped out,
a net so light fell over me,
amazed I looked up to the sky,
and found trapped in a
gossamer net the stars hold,
woven by lightyears far and near.
I pleadingly looked at the moon,
who had a feud going on
with my lover I did suspect,
but she smiled at me and asked
"You are with us, aren't you?"
Yes, I said, and never changed my word
since then.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
Tiptoed out of my bed,
not to alert mom and dad,
in a day that now seems in another life,
I went in to the outstretched
hands of mysterious, silent, night,
my secret lover waiting for long,
in our quiet courtyard,
expectant.
The moment I stepped out,
a net so light fell over me,
amazed I looked up to the sky,
and found trapped in a
gossamer net the stars hold,
woven by lightyears far and near.
I pleadingly looked at the moon,
who had a feud going on
with my lover I did suspect,
but she smiled at me and asked
"You are with us, aren't you?"
Yes, I said, and never changed my word
since then.
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