• jwinchester 5w

    Under Sun & Moon

    There will be
    a day breath
    escapes lungs
    in my death.

    Weary worn I
    see you'll too
    depart under a
    sun or moon.

    Take memory,
    I'll cherish all,
    I've felt here as
    an end it calls.

    A fire it a pain
    I've felt it clear.
    Oceans of love
    I try keep near.

    Gentle laughs,
    they reach me,
    calm a storm
    under I sleep.

    I remember it
    over and over
    laughs soft as
    if some clover.

    It's not been a
    fairy tell life I
    feel a day cut
    it as if a knife.

    The sun some
    do feel its fire,
    for me a heat I
    tired perspire.

    Fields I touch
    lit by a moon
    controls tides
    love in moves.