In Many Moons

In Many Moons

Soon, I will die for my love and he will die for me When our cups will be one the earth will tremble the mountains will crack and the sea will divide My dearest will embrace me in the nest of the battlefield and I will kiss the hilt of his sword that will pierce the dragon My dearest will chain Medusa and bury the serpents head I will let my knight ride on my back and we will fly and slash with lightning any creature that goes between our love We shall never separate until death meridians will hold us together from pole to pole our stars, an army to guard our nook The wind a shield to cover from the foe and the moon our bed of conception will hide itself in red blaze We will make love in many moons, in 360 days we’ll sup bliss, sire an offspring in Indian summer They will till the soil dig the sea, a harvest so great, deities will agree Me and my love, an army of constellations will never separate Until in GOD’s hand, In a deep peaceful slumber, He will lock us in His chest. rose flores martinez,3.2.2010 ishallwrite,2010 poemhunter.com Create Date :  Monday, March 01, 2010 Update Date :  Monday, March 01, 2010 rosalinda flores martinez rosevoc2.august 2011 iwrotefiction