prompt: hold the days close and the nights closer as if they are your children.
I will hold you
loosely
in your worriless sleep
as moonlight slips
between the slats
of our bedroom blinds
in long grey slants
of dreaming
and in the way
tears fall blue
with the heartbeat
of each star
endlessly echoing
through my lungs
I hope
I can breathe you
back to loving me
oh yes, that moon can infiltrate - I really like the "long grey slants of dreaming" as if they are given to them by the moon - and that second stanza - my favourite bit - "tears fall blue with the heartbeat of each star" - so very poetic there!! nice job!
oh yes, that moon can infiltrate - I really like the "long grey slants of dreaming" as if they are given to them by the moon - and that second stanza - my favourite bit - "tears fall blue with the heartbeat of each star" - so very poetic there!! nice job!
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