Toronto Skyline Personal Photo
Amazed to watch her play with the night She spins intrigue of darkness, attention of cold When the midnight sky is black with pollution she wears the flames of stars in her eyes
I’m merely a moth, drawn into her glow and the sweetness of cider on her skin Disoriented by her spinning nocturne Entranced by her weaving dew-covered webs
She dances exuberantly like the cracking wind Limbs like branches stroke ink pad heavens She sways like waves against shores unseen Her spirit can pull the tides but chooses me
A playful smile reveals crescent moonlight catching fallen fantasies to make them real Electric sleeplessness began our daydream running together, into twilight