Poetry, In My Mind

The night crawls in, with large circling rings of smokes, diffusing. Measuring moments in time, needed to cover up your full face. The lonely lady on the moon is still stuck with her crafting machine. Poetry, in my mind, cries out loud, with all curses of old Babylon. The mysterious angels of Babylon with all prohibitions to venture. With all depression, I was observing the glowing sun in the night sky, determined. Poésie de ma vie! Why such a rush to lift the veil of uncertain? Why such a hurry? I saw the lady again with mystic tears in her eyes;things must be hard on her too! She never learned to abandon the love into oblivion,or truth of the night before Perhaps, she will look into the eyes of those forbidding voices, soon! As, not all circles are promised to wipe out some squares in life, seemingly. And I heard the night whispering to me," I'm just getting started!"