my eyes don't want to open
they don't want to see
the lack of you, what is left of me
mornings are frigid
bones ache and shift
the sun is golden, taunting
pointing glowing fingers at the rift
it's real and it's dark
like a wood dwelling banshee
singing songs of woe
crying out for infinity
but what is forever
without my shiny wholesome moon
who lights up my dark
and leaves me all too soon
without the touch of a summer wind
or the whisper of the sea
no, I want none of you, forever
until my love is next to me


photos via tumblr
poem written for my love

1 comment:

  1. the pictures are very beautiful!