RADIANT AS THE MOONĀ ,Ā Ā Ā Ā more tender than doveās wingsĀ Ā /Ā Ā her hand over his heartĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā i listen for it so tenderlyĀ ;Ā Ā i listen for itās familiar whisper against my pale cheekĀ :Ā Ā iām aliveĀ ,Ā Ā iām aliveĀ ,Ā Ā iām aliveĀ Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā SHE IS HOPEāS TENDER DAUGHTERĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā as savageĀ Ā &Ā Ā hardy as the oceanĀ ----Ā Ā she is a sea maiden who weeps over the moorsĀ ,Ā Ā a spectre of starlight fallen to earthĀ Ā /Ā Ā Ā a sliver of her divinity swept away by greedy handsĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā she weeps for what she has never knownĀ :Ā Ā for like calls to likeĀ ,Ā Ā and the cull of the sea within her is suffocatingĀ Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā beĀ Ā stillĀ Ā nowĀ ,Ā Ā starĀ .Ā Ā theĀ Ā moreĀ Ā youĀ Ā jitterĀ ,Ā Ā theĀ Ā longerĀ Ā itĀ Ā takesĀ .Ā Ā Ā ā
blue blushedĀ Ā &Ā Ā bone wearyĀ ,Ā Ā her finger runs the edge of his lip with tender precisionĀ Ā /Ā Ā eyes a quiet storm at nightĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā doĀ Ā youĀ Ā rememberĀ Ā whatĀ Ā iĀ Ā saidĀ Ā toĀ Ā youĀ ----Ā Ā theĀ Ā firstĀ Ā thingĀ Ā iĀ Ā saidĀ Ā asĀ Ā soonĀ Ā asĀ Ā youĀ Ā cameĀ Ā outĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā arenaĀ ?Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā eyebrows raiseĀ ,Ā Ā sugarĀ -Ā coated curiosityĀ ,Ā Ā soft as rainĀ Ā /Ā Ā her lips pull into a smileĀ ,Ā Ā ignoring the buzz of voices that beckon them away from their small sanctuary
Ā Ā Ā @BURNREAPāĀ :Ā Ā MIKAEL CULFORD
