I'll hold you
as the morning dims
as the old
grandfather clock
gets older,
as the Moon
rises up and
above the Sun,
the crickets
and the frogs
prepare for
their debut
warming their pipes,
humming their tunes
I'll be here
holding you
as we listento the music of the night
YOU ARE READING
Luna
Poetry"i'll love you from the edge of the universe to the moon and back." ───── ⋅◈⋅ ───── a collection of love beyond the stars
