Yours is as that crescent moon
broken open for a star
-freckled waiting sky. Like a golden river
flowing through the black of night,
the sacred borrowed light of sun.
You’ve spun-sugar waxed me
giddy-gibbous into risen glee.
You grin, and I’m robed in lunacy.
Day 26 for NaPoWriMo.
What a brilliant state of mind, De … robed in lunacy. I want some of that!
Oh my gosh, De—that title!!!
I love “star
-freckled waiting sky” ❤
The last three lines!!! So good.