Landscape
Just as the moon
rises each night
and even as snow
is caressed by its light,
then glowing, I'll rise,
becoming your dawn,
your curved sleeping form
to smile upon.
With eyes like bright stars,
I then will embrace
the landscape of you,
each small line on your face.
And surely you’ll mirror
my worshiping glow,
for I am your moon
and you are my snow.
I’ll keep shining down
with each breath you take.
May I blaze in your dreams
before you awake.
And barely I’ll whisper,
“Keep sleeping, my dear.”
Your faithful beloved,
I’ll always be here.
9/14/2010 it was posted here but I believe it was written several years earlier.
I don't know when. Maybe before 2005! An OLD poem!!
For the "Your Favorite Old Poem Contest" of shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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