We didn’t have a roof above us
The stars lightened up our dreams.
Floor beneath was terribly cool
Yet we found pleasure in it.
Once more we shared the childhood tales
The story of the wicked wizard on horseback
And the princess with large beautiful eyes.
We searched that dead old rabbit
On the withered, yet white face of moon.
Again I wanted you to fly higher
To bring a tiny piece of moon near.
Through the holes in the canopy of this tree
Our eyes followed the shooting star.
Searching for warmth in the coolness
We entangled ourselves in each others arms.
Sucking out the pleasure of night
We forgot the lack of roof above us
The flowing earth beneath us
And the falling tree behind us.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A very engaging narrative , captivating in its simplicity…..Welcome to Fathima ,and thanks for a really good first post and share with our International community of poets and readers.
Thank you Louis, for introducing a new platform for my poems
Welcome to another from my place and profession. 🙂 Good attempt.
Thank you