I'm a gaze upon the moon light. Lay in silence till dawn. Let the natural peace fill my thoughts. In curiosity, I am thinking of romance. The bittersweet of nature's demands. Need a loving hand to bring the comfort. The relationship between the moon and the sun is more committed then the weather. This brings comfort I'm feeling better. Stars dying, clouds surrounding. It's cold, but I can slowly feel the heat.

the
poet
is
the
faithful eyes of
the
watchman painter
who
receives
faith and longevity
to
reflect the world
through
his
broad brush strokes
seen and unseen
between
heaven and earth

‘I don’t run with the world’
She said, ‘I run beside it’
He reached out to heal her
But found instead that
He moved through her

For when I saw her
My heart fell open

For she did more than sing
With her words she made love

For with the notes
Her heart did spill

For when I saw her
I fell in love

In my soul I feel
Bones
Scattered in the dust-
Stricken-
In the sun