A Poet’s Story #3

Continued from yesterday’s A Poet’s Story #2

In that moment of quick, furious ride
We traveled places unknown to men
Where the moon rocked our floors
And the sun shied off into the night
Places of crystal, with shiny drops of air
Though we gasped and hopelessly grasped
We wished the drowning would never end

Photo obtained from Pinterest.com

Another world felt as if the lilies
All sweet and strong formed a carpet
The soft feel lit up through our bare feet
And the tango felt like a million brushes
One rough and a million more smoother
Round and round we went, a world to another
And every time we hoped we’d go one farther
Yey, yes. A split of a moment,
Longing for a moment next.
Fast and slow, burning our anger away
It was almost coming to an end.

To be continued…

4 responses to “A Poet’s Story #3”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: