Love From Afar
Her hair
A bloodmoon
Resting in a canvas
Of freckled stars
Her eyes
An aperture to the morning sky
I float willingly lost
In her aqua atmosphere
I count down the days
Until she can meet me too
When I can shrug off the shadows
And visit her room
Won't she be surprised
When she opens those Atlantic eyes
Soon I can show her my aching love
Soon I can claim her as mine