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| To Grasp The Moon |
| By Slave gerry |
I look up to the night sky and I see her,
Just winking at me as she rises.
A sliver of mystery peeking through the mist.
I rise to her as she looms above,
Turning towards me.
Her radiance fills my heart
As it shines through my sorrow.
I reach for her touch,
Yet she is too far away.
My hands wrap around her,
Bringing her warmth to me.
I open my hands and find emptiness.
Not from the sky but from my own soul.
Too late, the tides change.
She looks at me no more.
I am left in the darkness.
Alone.
Other items by Slave gerry:
Poetry: BDSM to me
Poetry: Poerty: I Weep For Her
Poetry: The Night Cries With Me
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