The moon peeps over the clouds
With a cool disarming smile, as
Shadows wave welcome to him.
The sea purrs in sorrow
Breathing heavily and eyes moist
As the dusky sun left her for the day.
Stars continue to blink at the flowers
who have just fell asleep listening
to the lullaby of their vines in breeze.
The breeze lingers around a little
then vanishes into the clouds
Sporting a warm smile in the moonlight.
The sensual fragrance of jasmine
Saturates the breezeless night
Leaves me with an unknown longing.
An owl hoots somewhere at a distance
Did I hear a nightingale singing softly
Above the din of unsolicited nocturnal silence!
It is said in the fables that in the moonlit nights ‘spirits of women' wander free in search of healthy men to sate their thirst…But my spirits soar when I wander in the moonlit nights…
Wow! .... Absolutely breathtaking! .. Such beautiful imagery and feeling written into this! .. Beyond #ing! ..++++++++++
I feel immensely proud to read your words of love and appreciation of the poem. It is a great feeling, Becca, when the good words come from you. So very happy and thankful, Becca.. stay blessed.
The beauty of a serene moonlit night is beautifully inked. Nice share.
I is a great pleasure to read your comments on the poem Anil. So grateful to you, dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moonlit nights excited me right from my childhood. That is when all the ‘spirits come out of their hiding