Underneath The Yellow Moon Poem by Vincent Onyeche

​We laid underneath the yellow moon
Mumbling about the pasts and the soon
Seven pretty jolly good fellows and I....
From wayback, the clean, dirty, bad and good.
We laid, legs out; heads on the woods,
Fused, up the galaxy's doors we stared,
Listening to the revibrating muted sky...
The feelings were so unexplainable
Like the eyes that can't see itself.
Gazing at the sky's map, arts and lights
Funny, it draws, in all layers of its shelf.
Ooo.... What can be life! !
We laid underneath the yellow moon
Wondering about the rejections of the craft
Should the Creator...
Had written a proposal for grant;
To create a world so beautify in sight
Sounds, smell, and magically feelings...
Ooo! ! ! ! ...
We laid underneath the yellow moon
Wondering how time is so capable,
Capable of the immeasurable flights....
Our moment met the moons low tune
Where all we shared down previous past
Became unsettled and shed tears down same path
Gushing and Dancing out in memorial honey tour
Surely, we will miss this world when we die.