Wont you come sit with me beneath a full moon.
Blankets wrapped about our bodies
keeping in the warmth
keeping out the cold of Satan’s hour.
Won’t you wrap about me your arm,
pull me close and hold me as I am lost
in the darkness of eternity swimming
with the stars of forgotten wishes. Sit with me and
know without me speaking what worries my gentle
mind in the twilight hours,
what offering have i for the God of sleep
as I beg him to please let slumber caress
my soul like wild kisses of a true love
devouring its prey.
Dearest darkness it is us the children
of the moon that spill delicate tears
of translucence to your being.
Won’t you comfort me as I find
solace in the depths of your world
.dear glorious moon.
Karen Hayward ©2016
