Let us pretend it’s June 
embrace
the full deliciousness of this ripening thought
this break of day,
so peaceful is emptiness
that I should like to rest my heart
and exhale.
Let us pretend that romance isn’t as wild
and ephemeral 
as we are used to thinking,
rare is the heart that’s hopeful
when slowly everything that’s revered
is dying.
Deep is the hour when strawberry moon unfurls 
shielding us
from the pain that being human proffers,
to me
she is Poet’s muse,
comfort
and keeper of all things unadulterated.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest 

Posted for Toni’s Challenge @ Real Toads