LITERAL
Your Heart
Your heart:
Empty as the blank gaze of the moon.
Too old for bright lights and midnight highs.
Too hard for november sonnets,
Lyrical and languorous.
But I will find you,
Like how time finds all secrets.
And i will hold you.
On the cusp of the naked dawn,
The grass will whisper our names;
Furtive, bleary-eyed.
A solemn song.
