Survivor’s Begin

Survivor’s Begin


The night moth flutters,
Seeks the yellow light

A tree stands at life to wait,
Leaves sway to die, then bare limbs
….The silent cry

He leans her against dark bark,
He hears wind, smells perfume
…. Afraid to drink of her eyes

Comes now the sound so so lost to him
The touch of soft lips,
…. A survivor’s begin

Yes… a kiss can be music,
A kiss to forget thee unsung fate

The sound travels through and through,
Causing a heart… never to be blue

By: George Martorano