Poetry: How we met |
Sunday, 28 March 2021 00:00 |
How we met It's was a Saturday night At my usual spot I laid basking in the moonlight Enjoying the peace of the night and the sounds of crickets Frightenedly I heard heavy footsteps I asked who was there Right infront of me, stood a figure A figure of a being I couldn't describe All I knew, he was handsome, I could tell it I felt he was Mumbling! I asked how he got here With a smile He answered; I was drawn by the beauty of the moon Finding a better spot to bask, it led me here, to you It was instant, without a blink i knew I felt it, our connection was strong. I smiled; and asked. Are you a moon man? Yes my moon woman; he replied. My moon woman? I was taken, I couldn't feel myself Finally it happened My desire, my dream to find my moon man Here he was with me under a full moon It was magical moonical My moon man It's was a Saturday night At my usual spot I laid basking in the moonlight Enjoying the peace of the night and the sounds of crickets Frightenedly I heard heavy footsteps I asked who was there Right infront of me, stood a figure A figure of a being I couldn't describe All I knew, he was handsome, I could tell it I felt he was Mumbling! I asked how he got here With a smile He answered; I was drawn by the beauty of the moon Finding a better spot to bask, it led me here, to you It was instant, without a blink I knew I felt it, our connection was strong. I smiled; and asked. Are you a moon man? Yes my moon woman; he replied. My moon woman? I was taken, I couldn't feel myself Finally it happened My desire, my dream to find my moon man Here he was with me under a full moon It was magical moonical My moon man (C) Sharon Dione March 28th |
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