Moonlight Poem by Paul Ojevwe Dididjon

Moonlight
My past is a stingful Bee that imprison me in the memories of unforgettable days
When we make the night our companion
the sky our playground
Upon the sandy ocean we plant our fears
On the soil, we imprint our laughter
As we the nightingale sings and danced to the songs of tomorrow
With the stars we fellowship and the night a friend
But today, technology and the money hunters
has robed us of our night heritance