Poetry #1

Moonlight Sonata

And beneath the moonlight

there was you.

It was a never-ending love story,

like the never-ending rain

and the never-ending solitude

of a love foretold

of a love forbidden

of a love never to be spoken of.

It was like the canopy

like the river cleaning itself

and making its way to the depths

of the sea

to the depths of your heart

of your soul.

For your heart is a heart of stone

and you have chosen to be free.