Your perfect love is a sunrise
to my cool and easterly heart.
The light you bring seeks for me
after many nights chasing the moon.
With dawn, I lose sight
of what the orb ever meant to me,
as you drown its scant light
and silence the stars.
It's cold, always was.
You're burning, for me.
The vibrance night stole,
you restore and replenish
with every slow tick of the axis.
Color floods fields and valleys
I'd wandered deep in darkness;
dew steams to scents of summer
as I watch treaded grasses spring to life.
It's here I sit.
Lost on tangled paths
I was sure were meant to lead me,
I forged another, alone,
and built a home.
You shine in through its windows,
seep in past my walls, and,
as I watch and wait for you,
you quietly reach for more of me.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Your perfect love is a sunrise
to my cool and easterly heart.
The light you bring seeks for me
after many nights chasing the moon.
With dawn, I lose sight
of what the orb ever meant to me,
as you drown its scant light
and silence the stars.
It's cold, always was.
You're burning, for me.
The vibrance night stole,
you restore and replenish
with every slow tick of the axis.
Color floods fields and valleys
I'd wandered deep in darkness;
dew steams to scents of summer
as I watch treaded grasses spring to life.
It's here I sit.
Lost on tangled paths
I was sure were meant to lead me,
I forged another, alone,
and built a home.
You shine in through its windows,
seep in past my walls, and,
as I watch and wait for you,
you quietly reach for more of me.
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