psycosynthesis
Bluelighter
Inky sky, full moon.
Lunar rays cascading down,
as we dance beneath.
*
The days grey prelude,
Birds sing in celebration
of the worlds return.
*
Morning sun shining.
Heat washes across my back,
dispelling nights chill.
*
Light pouring in shafts.
Peeking through eucalypt leaves,
bright yellow streamers.
*
Your face a warm sun.
Bright eyes are the reason I
Am orbiting around.
Lunar rays cascading down,
as we dance beneath.
*
The days grey prelude,
Birds sing in celebration
of the worlds return.
*
Morning sun shining.
Heat washes across my back,
dispelling nights chill.
*
Light pouring in shafts.
Peeking through eucalypt leaves,
bright yellow streamers.
*
Your face a warm sun.
Bright eyes are the reason I
Am orbiting around.
