he is the sun.
with his bright red hair and his warm hands
freckles all over
gives warmth and light to people
I am the moon.
a bit cold and a bit sad
with pale white
kinda dusty skin
with scars like craters
the moon can't shine without the sun
but still it is not less important.
sun gives warmth, casts shadows
moon controls the tides,
sees things in a different light
we are the sun and the moon.
like all people are.
the sun an the moon are in love
crowd of tiny black birds
one of them prettier than the rest
feathers shimmering golden
but when his brothers and sisters fly
it remains below
because you can't fly with wings made of gold
raven picking out
eye and brain of dead pigeon
what an eerie sight
Based on something I saw a few days ago. I thought I should write it down in 5-7-5
his lips could destroy worlds
I told him.
and he smiled that smile.
oh how welcome is
warm water slowly dripping
embracing the icyness of my body
with it's vast whiteness
I paint flowers so they
will not die again