The Moon Fell From the Sky
The moon fell from the sky,
The mountains came crashing down,
The daylight turned to darkness,
There was no love that could be found,
I stumbled through the seclusion,
So much time alone affords me,
I wanted to look in the mirror,
Just to see, just to see,
There were no tears on my face,
It was no mystery,
Things looked out of place,
How did I survive?
It was not you loving me,
The man on the pillow beside me,
Was a stranger to my love,
He was someone that I met,
The love was shocking,
It touched me everywhere,
It reinforced the innocent,
Tender love , and kisses,
How this man took my love?
I do not know,
The reality of a bitter love gripped my soul,
It was sin and I wanted more,
I could not believe that my love was,
Heated up when as I sat alone,
And I was chilled to the bone,
From my empty bed, and empty arms,
This was no fantasy,
A warm cozy fire with a toasty glass of wine,
Chocolate and champagne,
A concoction of livid bliss,
Scenes of a wild eyed subliminal, and submissive act,
Rushed through my mind and I tried,
To hold on to the sanctity of the blitz of this fantasy,
An image a flash of ecstasy,
Two lovers entwined,
Tangled in a massive act of love which seemed to be sublime.
This stranger took my love, he led me down the road,
To ecstacy, way past passion and walked me right up to the door to
deep satisfaction...
Copyright © Marla Powell | Year Posted 2007
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