Perhaps you rest your weary mind on the
Brilliant sunrise, bare arms against her
Flaming skin, but I beg you, darling,
Do not draw on my door with tearstains
I long for the touch of golden moonlight
Against my heart, perching on a hillside
Is your castle, but I must journey and I call
If your voice answers not, I will turn away
Does your heartbeat flash like a beacon
Lighthouse on the tumultous, unknown sea?
Cursing and beating against trembling hopes
Might it be seen, with hands outstretched?
When you open your beautiful eyes to
This great world, study the starry cosmos
And every brick in these old walls, so alive,
When you breathe, please remember me.
A simple title for a simple poem.
-A.K.-
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