In Dreams

You loved loud.

The moon shook,

and grey became the blessing of spring.

Faded memories hurt you the most,

for what it means to be in love of all sorts.

Side by side we stood, took the last breaths of hope,

for an apology to oneself to save our love & soul,

from a decaying slope.

The slope of destiny,

as it passes by the black sun to light up the universe so bright to remember how it felt to be together as one.

Something inside you still aches for love.

Something inside you still shakes thereof.

It must have been the fall from heaven,

spring blessings,

from above..