Death of a Moon

After Midnight
Originally uploaded by serenamatthews

if I stumble you must forgive me
the road has not kissed kindly
the feet which hold me up here
and thoughts which push me down

and you

you are too much of a mystery
for my eyes to see clearly
hands that wish to touch you
just the way that I can feel you

red apples and black velvet
drape the table, fill my basket
take the knife and spread the honey
start the chasing don't stop running

door flings open, caskets falling
to the sea, sweet raindrops calling
I can't taste the way your heart cries
but I can feel the way this moon dies



Words and Photography ©2009 Serena Matthews