Caught the moonlight that bled through the corner of my window
While, I often sleep to the turmoil of my cringe
Aah, and the little oomphs, the groans
That disturbs the one sleeping next window
But when I say, ‘Oh David, don’t you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you’,
David says, ‘I am already a character in Lazarus, don’t steal me!’
I insist, I Say
That I’d catch the moonlight that bled through the corner of my window
I'd steal the smile for the night
The dreams that hung with a desire
The dreams that hung with a hope
Though the older ones passes and breaks
But I still have the soul to catch
The moonlight that bled through the corner of my window
Oh, the chill passed,
Oh, the breeze caressed
And I caught the last beam
And slept to the coldness of world
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Awww,,,I’ve got tiny butterflies roamin around in my tummy..sucha sweet piece of prose you’ve managed to squeeze out from your maniacal mind .. I don’t know much, but this I know,.. I’ll always be around for the people in my life…as a moonlight, as a cozy sunshine, a quiet meadow, a long country road , or whatever they wish me to be..hugs :) <3
ReplyDeleteI caught the Glitter in the moonbeam,
ReplyDeleteI caught the silence in the night,
I caught the angel in the sleep,
Yes i got all the ingredients to make me beautiful,
I am no more ugly faced,
I am no more ugly faced,
I am no more ugly faced..
@Muniza, love the part where conviction, the confession, the moment says, 'I am no more ugly faced..' thanks for sharing :)
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