The Moon-Lit Night
Moderately silent is the garden
Quite dazed with the moonlight
Contented with perfume
Engrossed in the opium dreams of poppies.
There the firefly lights open and disappear
On leaves and trellises moon shimmers
Moon-spikes shafting through the trees
Without a sound a leaf falls on me.
And then you come
As quiet as like the garden
And in white dress like alyssum flowers
As charming like silent sparks of fireflies.
Couched her arms behind her head
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade
If I press her parting lips, my hand on her waist.
No surprise she will embrace me
And will hold me and never let me go.
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March 30, 2014
Form Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Eighth Place win
Contest: Poems About the Moon Light by Skat-A
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