Monday, November 8, 2010

Cry For The Moon


For N


Tomorrow, when the stars start yawning
I will fly to your soul.
Deeper and deeper into the caves
with no air to breathe,
no light to guide me,
I will find you
Still.

Do not fly into my soul:
You won't find it.

It's making love
to yours -

Only to be back
when the stars cry for the moon
again.

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