The Moon Shoots Us Softly

The Moon shoots us angrily each night outing her arrows come furiously in our direction but only lands on us as shadow’s fingers When I go out with my cutie in the forests seeking for adventure foreign to hotel rooms to hear whispers of nature in wilderness and listen to music sang by throats of forests the Moon looks at us with envy of a rival shooting indiscriminately with all jealousy We have decided to confuse the envious moon the more she shoots at us in wilderness the wilder our intimacy grows and expands she does not know that by her actions she lights up the quiet world for romance deeply buried underneath our panting souls that the law of nature needs her wild actions By attacking essence of our adventurous being that lie helplessly on grass of imaginations she gives us one possibility- romance in style our lonely souls shout silently to her in response; “Shoot, jealous moon shoot; shoot us so softly. The more you shoot with rage the more eventful, and perfumed our forest adventure becomes .”