Song to the Moon

Why will you not come to me. My longing is so great. Does no one hear in this world or in the beyond? What hollow need is left for me to stroke within my soul? What troubled thoughts lie uncomforted? It is not right of You, oh God of love to be so thoughtless in Your will. In this is flame through which I walk enough is more than I can stand. Unsinged I wish that I had been incinerated. ♥

Read more »