I Have Talked With The Moon Poem by crisante igama

i have talked with the moon,
promised to shine in the bench by the river,
where you and your partner read my lines,
i maybe far or have gone,
in the reflection of my many stars,
cool water whispers wonderful words,
as you hum the sonnet i made long time ago,
when the moon rest in the rippling water,
the smoke rises from the bonfire i made,
gone in the altitude of nowhere,
leaving only the remnants of my many kisses,
entrapped in the pages of closed poem book,
my gift to you, yesterday