Hide the moon,
that wretched heart
yearns for things
out of this world
Yearning
Tag: moon
Flying Heart
The moon laughs
at the heart by my side.
The sun burns it to ashes.
My blood I pour and,
rises, it from ashes
and put on the wings
of a Phoenix
The dark call
One bright night
when she wasn’t very alert
a call from far away
Beckoned her to dark reasons
the cloaks of passion and confusion
hazed the moon
She gasped for air and light
’cause the path she was about to jaunt
was dark, suffocating and deceitful
With indisposition
her heart trended towards
dreary familiar territory
Of deceit, pain and guilt
that will tug at her heart
up and down her life
Heaven cannot be far away
In the silence of the night
past midnight
I sat puffing a cigarette
listening to the country night
the sound of crickets
away from city night,
the roar of motors;
watching the insects dance in the moon,
television sets at rest;
fresh smell of grasses,
colognes at their sources;
heaven cannot be out of reach
as they say
high up in the sky
heaven cannot be for good souls only
like they taught
and here I was
in the silence of the night
past midnight
I sat puffing a cigarette
beside the stream
which flowed
in heaven
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