Moon - Poem by Aminat Opatola
lovely full moon,
like the round ocean girdled with the dark sky..
Making ugly wearisome night look so sexy and gorgeous,
breaking the serene of heaven in full orbed glory and making the dark night clear in its steady rays.
Looking up to its form its like a child in its mother arms, how beautiful is the moon in its desert circle spread.
Its yonder light shown as it rise slowly over the eastern hill, it glimmers on the forest tips and through the dewy foliage drips in little rivulets of light,
making a perfect shade for lovers to pour out their passionate thoughts and all hearts falls in love with the appalling night.
O like the Queen of heaven comes the lonely full moon,
looking like god among stars as it slowly opens the curtains of clouds and walking in beauty to the scary night throne.
It arose and shone upon lakes and streams, hills and rocks and cast upon their hidden glems with one smooth expanse of silver light,
making faces so clear and bright around the frightful dreary night.
The moon orbit around earth and hovers back on its horizon and sunders the clouds of heaven with the power of light to kindle and create a whole,
it glimmers to the earth and hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky looking so soft, magnificent and vast.
Oh the full moon in whose charms dissolves my heart,
its light eyed smiles to the frowning night with soft light clothing,
flashing its manes and bringing peace to earth most bound.
Its noble pure and tender form enkindled from above and shows its refulgence to the earthly creatures, looking preety as it sits alone in its cradle like a mighty scepter.
It watches the earth with its soft exhalation and blesses souls of those who looks up at it gentleness and appreciate it form.
The moon cometh,
hovers and gaze below earth like a chamois from a alpine snow,
worshipped by the night as it is given space to cast its humor upon earth and mantle between clouds..., , , , ', ,
The greater glory bestone on it so mild and perfect upon the sky as its velvet light fell down pleasantly upon the world with bossom tenderness.
O noble moon derived from heaven and shown brighter in night alone,
its frame rising against heaven to earth with supreme immortality,
so marvelous in a calm adoration as it rest clearfully in its easy seat as gentle as round.
Wishing it never goes or broken with the day's light as it remain one most beautiful forms of nature.
Oh shall we lift and praise the lord's name with the magic of the moon and spread our mat out for mothers to tell us tale in its atmosphere without a light shade.
Shall the children circles rounds its amazement and laugh with their broken teeth pointing up at its form to play and rejoice.
Shall the olds sits calmly outside in their folding chairs and breath with calmness the fearless moment it has bring to the fondfull night,
shall the wind blows and freshen our heart with the easeness it has bestone upon us making the ugly night so disappointed.
Shall the oceans and seas flows and whispers to the moon grown image shone on their waves in a rounded spheres.
O how i loved the full moon in whose calm modesty besieged my heart thus.
Ah! the lunar eclipse.
Such a divine phylosophy.
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