Moon – Erica Sims

Pressing my lips to the moon
hoping to see as clearly as you do
or as you appear to

Oh beautiful, they told me of far away
Singing galaxies with melodies
Yet to be formed

Striding through the noise
I found clarity’s words hidden
upon your skin

And I know I’m wasting moonlight
I still could not help but to find
my lips pressed there too


Erica Sims is an aspiring writer working towards a degree in English. She finds inspiration from the people in her life, the adventures they take her on, and from the gorgeous Wasatch Mountains she calls home.

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