Sunday, March 5, 2017

Imaginary you...



You and I, stroll on our landscapes,
Two souls but one, splashed by the radiance of the full moon.
As your tender spirit warms my soul,
I wish for the moon to unveil the sheen and breathe in real.
Though I pause to live in the illusion,
For I want to be, where the birds cackle and buds bloom,
Droplets fall in the ocean to melt the wholesome moon.
Full existence and a complete being,
Relishing those moments and exhilarating feeling,
Until a tide, that high swings us to the lap of the real shore,
The luminous moon fades away, the waves begin to roar.
I shall wait for that glossy moon, while I die a hundred deaths,
Only to be born again, see the moon smile bright,
And trudge on the bedspread of sparkling stars,
To my novel fantasy aisle.

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