Bed of Moss

[ancient_stones]

perfection painted in our minds - we kiss
and running through these different trails of clouds
we fall on our faces
collecting soft dust in our eyes
that helps us see a fragile darkness

infinite spaces of hope and loss
-we drink it with wine as we lay on moss-
truth in the deep end divides us in two
as we fail to weep
we are far too deep in love

a gaze that burns for all eternity
a pocket watch; a silver ring; a movie ticket
all hidden somewhere in the soft moss
sun on our faces and rain drops on our bellies
the moon sitting on the trees - laughing as a child
this is why we are forever Gods
forever together
forever

-by Bonnie Moraga