there is no need for apologies
the sun sat melting over
the stubborn day’s edge
as my love does for you
And tonight well this night
a messenger sent her touch
a message ultimately meant
for us
but the nightingale sang its
melodious voice and a
noblest wisdom ate the words
intentions are well meant but
ignorance an obscuring dusty
path
And the moon glow is a blanket for
jilted ghosts who have no
where to sleep
as me.
:: 09-03-2018 ::
