The Moon Is My Muse
The moon is my muse
and love is the fuse
that burns my fire
and enrages my soul.
The moon is high
and the moon is my heart.
Holding high
and the stars around
clouds not in sight,
I shall go now on a flight.
The moon is my muse
and love is the fuse
that burns the fire
and enrages my soul.
Till tomorrow,
I shall go onto those who love on another,
and we shall gaze upon the moon
together, and love will light my fuse
that entangles my soul
and I shall fall in love
and you shall fall in love
and we all shall fall in love with each other.
And... I shall take a deep breathe
and hold close to my heart
a beautiful and romantic poem
of the silver laced moon
high up in the sky.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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