LUNACY
/ 29 April 2022
The moon
is beautiful,
isn’t it?
Beaming light
passing through
a pocket.
Resting
with the sound
of a cricket.
This lone soul
is now looking
at it.
Lines
seemed not to cross;
fate is now bent.
Waiting
for response –
yet not potent.
So close
yet so far,
not adjacent.
Praying:
aligned stars –
magnificent.
Destiny’s call
Tomorrow’s
present.
Now, I want
to tell you
a secret:
“The moon
is beautiful,
isn’t it?”