the moon rises, tonight
the moon climbs

rinsed in milk
pearly and opalised

dripping with lustre
and moist

swimming in a sea
of darkness that swirls,
wraps and curls

like my thoughts
swirling around you

whirling around you
waiting for a sign

loveless and alone
lonely and lonesome

although it’s moonrise.
darling, realise – it’s moonrise.

© SoulReserve 2020

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