Love Divided

Walking and walking by spell under moon,
Eternity laps and runs and moves through
misery, slipping and trying, 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 wings of woodwind,
piercing burnt sky with its native tone.

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

- J Circosta, Tiny Poet
Love Divided, ©2011