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