Lost Love Lust

Tags: night

• luna mystica.

  Beautiful moon, your light shines ever so mystically upon me.
  Much alike are you and I.
  Beautiful moon, your white facade is ever so pure and bright.
  Many times I have fallen asleep wondering what it must be like up in that lonely sky.
  Much alike are you and I.
  As each week passes by, you become ever more visible [...]

• fathom.

  The night.
  A traffic of minds in the all active highway of the dark.
  The rich mind sleeps, the poor mind weeps.
  The painters brush, in a rush.
  The writers words, no longer a hush.
  Man and woman’s embrace, no longer disgrace.
  The leave’s cling and the winds ring.
  The poet’s rum awaits the morning sun.
  A guitar strum, the player’s drum.
  The lover’s [...]