Under The Moon - Poem by Matthew Lumley
Under this moon
I have spent my days searching among the rocks
For some warm, life-filled thing,
A warm hand that will find me the very moment
That I find it.
Among these rocks I have twisted my fingers,
Fumbled in my pockets,
Shredded my handkerchief,
I have sat until the stones become warm
With my own heat.
Beneath this tree, leafless and alone,
I found my one true love,
A solitude that soothes my soul,
An emptiness that holds me tighter
Than any hand could.
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