I kissed the moon
In purple glow
Her fingers, white beams
Licked my face
Not even Garuda
Could shroud Twi in
I was a tide
She pulled to her chest
We encompass
Then we wane
As the church bells
Ring out
She sings her songs
To slip herself down below the horizon
Behind the Gothics and willows
That point to her window
Where I find her
Tomorrow
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
I kissed the moon
In purple glow
Her fingers, white beams
Licked my face
Not even Garuda
Could shroud Twi in
I was a tide
She pulled to her chest
We encompass
Then we wane
As the church bells
Ring out
She sings her songs
To slip herself down below the horizon
Behind the Gothics and willows
That point to her window
Where I find her
Tomorrow
