When the day is done
and a silver moon rises
on the crest of heaven
full, self-assured and bright
in the midst of envious stars
that shine with all their might,
a dream wakes in me
of love, more resplendent
than the sky I behold.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
This is perfect, Nosheen. How resplendent indeed the heavens, and how powerfully beautiful within us the wonder of love. Your writing here is so precisely complete. You capture the magnitude of such a topic with such efficiency. Bravo, my good poet!
This is so lovely..... Nosheen! A perfect blend of beauty and imagination!
A dream wakes in me of love; with the muse of peace and joy! Nice piece of work.
Hi Nosheen I take moon here, as a metaphor for for a lover visiting his lover at nightfall. All made up and handsomely attired to impress his love. He is in 'cloud nine' as he knows that his love is waiting. And confident too! All his friends are envious, naturally.
This poem is perfect. The imagery is beautiful. I particularly like the envious stars. A 10 for sure!
Thank u Barry. I'm glad u like it. Regards.