One Night

Let moon be full and its silver be abound. Let us meet under its glory to never be found.

Let moon be full and its silver be abound.
So we meet in its glory to never be found.

One night he rose from a sleep
grasping her scent while breathing…
Night he desired to rub the flowers on her,
To breed the petals in her mold,
and to paint her garden within.

One night he sleep walked to the moon
like a glow bug but found there nothing…
Night he desired the moonlight
to bask her in,
so he may paint her sky within.

One night he woke to a song and traced an origin,
found a nest yet no bird in it.
Night he desired a moment
to listen her singing, a poem of his…
So he may carry her symphony within.

One night he found himself lying beside her
hunting brightest star in a ceaseless ceiling.
Night he desired to trace
lines on her palm, his blessings,
so he may find a hope within.

One night he found himself interlocked
in her tresses beguiling…
Night he didn’t care to know
whether he was awake or sleeping…
Perhaps,
he didn’t want to escape
a dream alive within.

– Dedicated to a dream – a midnight view.

Art/ Image credits: Stock image – a wallpaper.

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