Writer1326

My sun-

the only one,

I long for.

As the shore-

longs for the-

mysterious sea.

It’s secrets a key-

to the space between-

the moon and stars.

Vast like a ravine,

Many say fate is set in stone,

like hieroglyphs hung up on walls. 

That tells stories to all. 

Some say fate is crystal clear,

That it’s something not to fear.

When night awakes sooner,

and the stars become brighter,

Fall descends onto the land.

Soon enough, winter will bring its false sand,

until then, the leaves paint the sky-

as the trees and wind begin to sigh.

Love can take many forms.

It appears in the way the moon,

is drawn to the sea, creating storms-

showing their love, that won’t leave anytime soon.

It appears in the way the sun,