Letters of Youth

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?”