SoulReserve

paper moon

thewordsmithsforge:

soulreserve:

you smear
the sky with your
moonlight,
as the inky sky
smudges
around you,
I scribble
only
a few lines
and you ebb
before
I am through,
so indifferent
to my plight
my restless
paper moon.

© SoulReserve 2018

Oh fulsome orb
thou snare’d mine eye
and in spark’d instant
gazed up.

Saw a fleeting shape
a triangle
as cloud did choose to scud.

You take so many lovers yet,
in precious moments rapt,
caught up in nightly crystal trine
at last you were but mine.

❤️❤️❤️

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