“Dear Moon, May I glow as brightly as you do, cradled amongst darkness.”

We danced through the graveyard and between the ruins for the dead and broken sang to our souls.

I’ll wish for your love even after the stars fall out of the sky.

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.

Kissing you felt like poetry.

Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.

Secrets secrets secrets so many but none with you.

I wish to pass like time to fall away like yesterdays.

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.

If something is working, don’t fix it. Keep going. Go with the glow.

The glow and energy of the healthy woman is the ultimate beauty, the only beauty that will last.

You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.

My fur-lined overcoat gave me such a glow of health that very shortly after acquiring it.

Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.