Long awaited moonlight, emanating My love is here threading herself through this fickleRead More
Moonlit
Long awaited moonlight, emanating
My love is here
threading herself through this fickle forest
from the branches
through my roots, into everything.
I’m being conquered
the dead king
They sing to her grace
We are moonlit after all
Nature is out
Fireflies ablaze
The peacocks swiftly bloom
The bats can see
The winds move
The snakes have sung
the lion’s song
The lions prostrate
In this fickle land, the king is dead
My love is here. My love
is here