In The Moon Lit Prison Poem by brandon febles

In the moon lit prison, when the sun rest.

When feelings are real, and love is the best.

Under the night when the moon is bright.

I'm hoping to find a love that feels right.

The moons in full bloom the wind in my hair, searching for true

love, are you their.

A love that’s gentle like the midnight breeze, a voice that’s

sweet, that whispers to me.

kisses so sweet they set me free from my fears.

hands so kind they hold me near.