The Crests of the Moon

Hyacinth garden

He wanders through each night.

While searching for answers to an insane pain.

He finds himself walking on the moon denying his emptiness.

Wanting the scent of her skin. he has a deep aching within.

This insatiable torture it is a craving that consumes.

Awakening desire is sometimes unbearable.

He cannot conceive her, he can only dream her.

To see her face.

To hear her voice.

To feel her touch.

To experience all of the incredible passions within her.

Her heart, reaches the depths of his soul.

Selecting words are like gifts from his heart.

He can only savour her spirit on the crests of the moon.

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