we were lanterns
caught in webs –
sparkled
with the dew
a righteous moon
made jealous
by the dawn
flames where wishes
landed –
near to places
once we lay
silence
falling stars
we counted on
we were sparks
within the heavens –
seeking love
we would
become
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Enjoy!!!
The old irishman in me must count you among the very few true romantic souls that he knows……xo
a poet’s heart ❤