princess irene Namajja


Red Moon


Burning red hot
Towards calming dusk
Running beside me
Following my every gaze
Almost shy but solid in stand behind drying away briers
Racing between hills
In devoted chess of every eye

Straying rays splatter your paths' way
Like the fire-work of everlasting
Your royalty revealed by the spark on everything you touch

You stand in day of season
Round and plumb
Red lit by sip from the sun
Across night of dark you glow
Watching the whirls and swirls blow
Tales of splendor and peace you resound
Whispering with calm across the wild
Even when I'm gone, I will return tomorrow

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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was on my way from Kampala to fort portal and while tied down with tire and exhaustion from work, i watched the moon round and succulent with a fiery burn straying across a dusking sky so i wrote while the ran on.

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