The moon lingers inside
the brushstrokes of you,
your soul resides here a place
I know of I sense the passage
of time there, as human as
the Given sentience to recognize
These feelings, I know a Time:
to Know How it Feels, how Earth
Smells, how it sounds, and the colors
Of its place in this galaxy –
How her waters taste like
Life itself how the sound of
rain Rocks me into a sleep
of Untold Solace –
Drunk with the sovereignty
of reminiscence, this Ownership
of time has no presence Here,
it emerges into a Light
the bounty of which My love
for you is gladly paid
nothing in This universe can
compare To the gaze and glance
Of your smile, a sweetness
bringing Tears to the wingspan
Of every swallow in these lands
Where I belong to you
Where We Belong to us

© Thespian Drummer / The Moon Lingers