Night Scar
NIGHT SCAR
Before thee have I bow
With a loyal heart in thy castle of love
Lower thy shoulder that I may lay behold
Curve in, thy palm around my waist
Teach thy subject how to plant emotions
In a desert where genuine vegetated love was lost
I beseech thee oh my goddess
Queen de mon mot (Queen of my world)
I thirst for thy presence day by day
That I may taste weariness no more
Thou art my reflection
For mirror-ly have I seen my love in thy pupil
Brightly, brightly as the moon increases
Such is thy love above the sky of mine heart
When I close my eyes in the nights
All I hear are silent voices from a far
Did whispers to my sleepy ear
Anonymous! anonymous!! anonymous!!! Queen
Thou art my muse.
©Gideon I Tukuna
HAPPY NEW YEAR
30/12/2021
Copyright © Gideon I Tukuna | Year Posted 2021
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