The Colour of Night Sky
Swing, swing, swing
Sitting on the wooden swing
underneath the night sky
Head upward.
Something up there
exhilarated my eyes,
So they keep on searching for him.
Tonight, a stage the sky is.
The nomad clouds are golden curtains.
Behind them
there,
he is hiding well.
Soon the wind blows away the golden curtains
just to expose
The dazzling round face of him.
Where is the rhyme?
Where is the words?
Where is moves?
Just how astonishing
watching at the night stage.
Everything at where they belong
performing something peculiar.
A arm raised up
Pointing at him.
If I could touch him once .
But the sky is too afraid
If I will steal him away.
Who planted this bright flower on
the sky ?
Around
millions of lanterns
some unknown man hanged up ,
Lighting up the dark stage,
Fencing him up altogether.
The only flower bloom throughout
the night.
Trying to count down how many
petals
does he has.
People say nothing is impossible
but still
there is something not possible.
Because of him,
blue,
the colour of night sky
standing above me.
Piece by piece he appears
in different shapes,
on different nights.
Only to be seen
the whole him
once in a month .
All my glances
fixed on him tonight.
On my lens
falls the reflection of him.
Reflecting someone
whose face
have been
drawn in the book of my memory
long ago.
Click, click, click.
Capturing the beautiful him
with the square shaped robot
on my hand .
Now,
what is left?
Sharing the shots with that
someone.
Did you see the moon tonight too?
I have to ask that someone.
The colour of night sky
ahead me is always blue.
Because you are my moon.
Copyright © Aurora Kim | Year Posted 2020
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