Moonlit

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 

 

 
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