Insomniac Writings titled, "A Journey to the End"

This is a development of 3 am insomnia....why can't I just sleep?

How beautiful the moon looks,

as night meets it's day.

The beautiful sun hooks,

the moon's triumphant day.

A piece of living simply,

only moon and stars abide.

Of breathing quite serendipidiously,

unto a morning's tide.

Those trees they sing their stories.

How lovely they must be.

Having gone threw ages past --

of stories, some untold.

A scene it seems to be forming.

I love under the moon.

I see the morning glory,

My love is coming soon.

He awakes me with a tender kiss,

a declaration of his love.

He follow with his morning bliss,

and gives my body and nu'ge.

He leaves trimmers up my skin;

something only he can do.

While we join to blend,

a love so sweet a new.

Alas, he must go!

And this I will miss:

Aye, only hours will pass,

but still -- his touch will be amiss.

I long till he comes home,

once sweet love in my arms.

Then we will roam,

to the pleasure -- which alarms!

Once again his touch,

will tremble up and down.

Until our journey's ended,

and sweet sorrows lay us down.

Then again we will be with the angels,

a rare beauty to be hold.

There we will be forever.

Together. We will never grow old.

Author's Note

Please ignore simple errors, it is 3 am. Yet, what do you think? How does it make you feel?

Reviews

[deeps]

Wow! I am amazed here. This is such a wonderful write here.
You have talent. Your words work very well for you.