The moon was adamant
With my soul, it would play a game
That of teasing me
To want to see it
Through a beautiful treat of hide and seek!
Why, full and round
It peaked at me
And then disappeared
Only to leave me yearning
For another glimpse
For another hearty swell
For another intake of breath
For another hopeful dream!
Yes, the moon tonight
Has me swaying to its many unheard tunes
Almost as if its inhabitants were keen
On throwing arrows at me
Arrows willing me to love life
Arrows powerful enough
As to have me forget about my imposed upon toil!
The moon’s arrows
Pierce the shell surrounding my heart
And leave it, bared, exposed to the world
So that all do see
That it is one so
Frail, vulnerable and so needy
Pray, the moon’s huskiness
Is mighty enough as to cause me
To unveil myself
And to blush crimson red
When faced with the glares of the world!
Why, in the moon’s game I would indulge
For I can help it not
Somehow or the other
The created piece that I am
Is connected to its dazzling shine!
A vibrant and engaging work.
Beautiful poetry.
A lovely, picturesque poem.