A Lovers Moon Poem by Sharron Stephenson

A wooden heart of stone, the eyes of ice so black,
The hands of evil and pain. Words that stabs,
And glitters. The blood that bleed. Time spins,
Slow. steps around the authenticity of love,
Whispers that gathers the poles from east and west.
The soul that plays the beats after beat.

The rise of the sun, the set of the moon.
The feeling that never fails to fall. The rape of a
Childhood.

Peace of mind comes from the first dance in,
The city of none.
A ring of diamonds and gold placed on a finger,
of a true lover match