I catch my breath gazing upon the stars in the sky, making wishes consumed by the air. They beg of the Moon as my hands rise above my shoulders, to pull it down to Earth. Down to me. To swaddle my Soul like a blanket of consolation.
To soothe this longing for you. For Your Love.
I've never been afraid to unfold the mystery of this heart I carry. 
Ad nauseum, giving it the third degree. Yet, still a Pandora's Box screaming to be opened by those gallant enough to behold it. The treasures inside nothing of physical or emotional curses, as the story g0es. Just seductive mysteries and requited Love. 
Love I would give anything, to give to You." 

© Cynthia Lee 2021