Lovestruck Skies © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The moon has shed her pale nightgown,
to wear a cape of shimmer dust;
The flirting stars are winking down,
vying with mischievous lust.

The dashing wind begins his dance,
in a whirling, twirling, twisting spree;
Whistling in a whirlwind romance,
"Won't you dare to dance with me? "

The clouds drift by in regal splendour,
cushioned on their air spun beds;
Lounging, looking soft and tender,
like loving star-struck newly-weds.

And lo, below, the sea mirrors, the glitter of the sky above,
Somewhere, a lonely soul reflects, ..."Tonight was made for love"