Towards.

[Towards.]

When..

Whenever I think of you

The moon shines

Shines so bright

Amply by the window pane

Beyond the city lights

It crosses through..

The pathways

Of the park

Blinking on the trunk

Engravings

Meddles through

The sturdy branches

Scattering through the leaves

Splotching on the pavement

Holding itself one

With the darkness amidst

The healthy sky

It stumbles some more

Illuminating the dry leaves

Coarse on the grassy pile

Of earth

Immersing down the soil

Creeping through

The oldest casket

Slowly rolling back

Slithering deeper

Shining amply

On your reposed

Nothingness my love.

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Notes: These days I have gained the wisdom to write about what I don't encounter.
One of my trials is Towards and I have to admit it's quite cheeky and too mushy.
But it's semi-inspired to be true. :-)