Love Divided

Walking by spell under moon,
Eternity laps and runs and moves
through misery, slipping
grasping at those teeny-tiny tickles
of fine crystal and silt-

And you, are but a mere whisper,
a subtle energy, a breath
only the senses know, a glow!
Behold,
cherry wine on my lips of Lust and Love
I call my dove, on the woodwind,
piercing burnt sky with its native tone.

I stood on the rocks with distance in sight
and your heart at my feet; mystified,
glorified, terrified of the fall,
yet above screams the moon.
It feels the dream, ​as it were.

- J Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2011