Soft winds that conduct the chimes to sing
the whispered lyrics to a love song
This warmth that sets behind closed eyes at sunrise
moving trickled tears that dry by nightfall
Wisdom that finds conclusion in contemplative silence
desperate to articulate the beauty of the moon
And the tones of birdsong in the morning
slowly moving further into the distance of my longing
Such beautiful longing that holds no graceful resolution
staying to linger under pains of want
Unsatisfied, yet modified and made to last longer
in such hunger deemed foreplay to my heart
This my love...is the thought of you
~Moses Apollo
the whispered lyrics to a love song
This warmth that sets behind closed eyes at sunrise
moving trickled tears that dry by nightfall
Wisdom that finds conclusion in contemplative silence
desperate to articulate the beauty of the moon
And the tones of birdsong in the morning
slowly moving further into the distance of my longing
Such beautiful longing that holds no graceful resolution
staying to linger under pains of want
Unsatisfied, yet modified and made to last longer
in such hunger deemed foreplay to my heart
This my love...is the thought of you
~Moses Apollo
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