Of nights as these,
I crave to debate the count of stars,
To hear the warmth when you say:-
The moon is our witness,
To be human,
To hurt,
To forgive,
To try,
Maybe hurt again,
Or,
Maybe bloom,
In our spring.
Of moments as now,
I seek you in the promises:-
That bound us;-
Safe.
This is an ode to those moments when you want to say so much but words only linger in the depths of your mind. Likened to a child, it's as though you are learning to form the words to describe your thoughts, but time flies by before you can...then it's next to the subsequent topic, and all those thoughts sit still at the back of your throat.
My hometown is after dark. When the mood is silent and air rife,- When voices are distant,- And sights calm,-