Full Moon Nights Poem by lalitha iyer

At night
when the world sleeps
there are hearts
that still weeps
watching her grow sweeter
charms multiplying fresher
sorrows they share
with her who bears
no stories to gossip
nor stigmas to sip.
At the odd moments of night
when the beloved has slept
or left forever
or the memories haunt
and nostalgic images hurt
lying in the bed
as eyes watch through the window sill
she pours into and enters like a friendly sheet
bedding with you and hugging you
with her velvetty rays
how could you not give her entry
she swiftly metamorphosises your sentries
and kisses you with unforgettable angelic cheese.

What a heavenly ardour
what a splendour all cool cool
she is a legendary queen
Romantic and ethereal her presence
it lands you in unknown lands
full of joy and sorrow, passion and melancholy
all soft and silky, tender and touchy.
How many nights have she touched me with her lovely grace
yet, tonight I am aching for the midnight to pace.
My teenages she stole, my adult ages she stole,
she steals me lying unguarded, I a surrendering fool.