Thursday, December 20, 2012
The moment was just then a word
In the night's early life with a moon
And its fine pointy stars confabulating
In a breath-taking geometrical shape
Closely resembling a forest beast
And stars like its honey food of bees.
We open the balcony door to a night
And the moment is now going behind
In the creaky silence of a night insect
That is traceable to a sleeping bush.
Balcony's night queens spread a moon
All about the night in a dizzy fragrance
Like flowers in a woman's blouse back.
We turn to sky and wait for our moment
In a cosmic dome of dizzily whirring stars.
Posted at 02:17 am by adukuri