Gratitude
A Love Letter to my Lunar Muse
Dearest Celine, 🌒Night after night, I devoured volumes of what came before. Pages crumbled to dust, yet I hungered for more. Letters chase spaces, flowing into words, fluent language is achieved, a lullaby pouring from heart and soul. An architect building cities in my dreams from thoughts and memories, wooden letter blocks carved and stacked, higher and higher, layered with meticulous craft.
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets







