Fresh rays born of the morning
glittered the dawn with a charismatic importance
your soft palm embracing my own
only to reassure this moment of phantasmal ecstasy
could not be severed by a sorrowful cry
nor a broken whisper
this hope screams throughout the vessels
of my beaten body
reclaiming it's right to bliss
our love will endure the mocking of weakness
as the sun will triumph over the moon's violent glow
The thing I love about this one is how it says the moons glow is violent. Cuz that just goes against most everybodies train of thought. They all feel the moon is calm and soothing, but sometimes the freakin moon sux arse, ya know?
Submission Name: Forever
