- Books, Literature, and Writing
The moon was not so high tonight,
Seen the reflection in your eyes,
I gazed upon a vision of blue
And became convinced love lives through you.
You never escape my wondering thoughts.
It’s not the good looks, but the weight of a heart.
I am the earth and you are the moon,
You do not hide when I am in bloom.
And when I reach out toward the sky
Your barren landscape starts to smile.
It is then; I feel the warmth of your mystical palace.
Breaking through a surface so callous.
You invited me in with a wink
And my blossoming comes to fruition as I think.
I think of how I adore his place
And how long we will share this space!
2012 Moira G. Gallaga©