Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Falling Moon

How much time
to fall in love
or to break a heart –
when does it end
or did it just begin –
under the falling moon
where dreams are born
and life
a play of stages –

You look at me, like you…
just broke, into my thoughts –
after all…
that we’ve been through –
a busted lock
and eyelids, which flutter
to the truth
but one day
we’ll see the dream
come true.

You didn’t leave
just footprints
but emotions
at my door –
deep puddles
in the rain.

But who…
could love you more
or hold you
when you’re small –
for there is no more love
then the heart of truth –
or the light
of the falling moon.