Had to share this with you, a poem by my friend Abigail Baker (@the_linnet) to Louise Hasitng. Love love 🙂
Just another night, she breathes a sigh
that brushes Andromeda’s outer edge
polishing the pink of its painted nebula.
Under the clouds he waits for an eternity
his heart the mountains beneath his feet
he whistles the wind through forest pines.
First a subtle lightening to midnight blue
clouds slowly tearing to reveal her smile
a blinding bright curve, a pure silver sickle.
Reaching heavenwards touching her light
he strokes the smooth of her lunar rays
feeling her gravity drawing up the tide.
She bathes his silhouette in her beams
caressing his surface into monochrome
melding gradually on each limb and crevice
Softly she enfolds his world.
(Louise’s poem – 2012)