A mortal heaven

Another love poem. Sort of.

The moon spills a cataract

into our hearts

stone hands split the mountains

we fall from empyrean as the 

trees ascend to the heavens

you grab my face and we spill into 

each other's souls like ink on

paper

I'm feeling a change in the world

and a monsoon pours into the caves 

hushing the mourning of the earth

as we filled it with chaotic wonder

Author's Note

Is it too cheesy?
Do you think I should tone it down a little bit?
Do you feel the idea is laid across nicely?