Midnight | a poem

I fell for the moon
the same way I fell for you;
I went there to swoon
and left behind what was true.

I love the stark sky
That is far more vast than I
and no sacred sigh
will ever be satisfied

with the fall of night
or the doused design of sight
bedazzled in flight
all to my brightened delight.

Henceforth, you are mine!
Forever we will align,
Borne back from turned time,
swallowed up by summer rhyme.


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