Wind freezes me in my steps,
White lamps surround me with their constant glare.
Like an army,
They close in,
Poised to strike.
I lift my eyes,
Clouds ambush in the purplish-blue sky.
The stars, shivering, flickering,
Darkness storms by and blows it
out. Conquering the land up high.
With one feet, he anchors into the ground, deep.
Ebony arms, crooked fingernails, raised in humble authority.
On a finger, he balanced the
Moon.
Till now, she's been orchestrating the moves.
Bearing the never-so-radiant smile,
Her astonishingly-round beauty,
I wish it was Her every night.
Come on, bathe me with your loving light,
Shower me with dreams, sweet as this sight.
1 comment:
Yo, this is heileong, its my first time looking at your "works". What can I say...I'm impressed. Still the same old you.
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