Oh! Where are
my words?
Lost…
Floating,
falling
Through the
holes in the sky
But I heard
There was
moonlight
On your
fingertips
So please paint
them silver
As they pass
you by
Let them sip
your wisps
Of fragrant
mists
Weave your
magic spell
Hey charmer
Sing them your
favourite lullaby
And, upon a
breathless, starry night
When they find
their way back home
Carrying orts
of whispers on the edges
Of cursive dots
and wedges
I’ll be drunk
on their fumes
And my dreams
will make me cry
For your
murmurs bid me goodbye…
MS
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