In the shadows of
daybreak’s silent screams.
A single star swoops
from the heavens.
A woman, in her bedroom –
her heart burning.
A keepsake of what?
That night of the moon,
and the afterglow of
such sweet caress.
After the kiss
In the shadows of
daybreak’s silent screams.
A single star swoops
from the heavens.
A woman, in her bedroom –
her heart burning.
A keepsake of what?
That night of the moon,
and the afterglow of
such sweet caress.
A Wandering Poet 