carrying thunder, lightning
constellation in northern sky
marking change of season
gushing from Mount Helicon
Hippocrene, the deep blue eau
quenching the muses thirst.
A moonbeam falls
Scenting the air
Blossoms bare pale
And flare in gloam
When you see me, your eyes light up, you smile
Your smile sweeps me off my feet, I love your style.
Your eyes touch me with a look that makes me blush
You tease me as my cheeks turn red, flush.
I clothe my soul with your warm gaze
This cold night, I glow with your blaze.
The heat of your touch is like a fire that burns
Leaves me with a verve that wants more, yearns.
As you clasp me in the warmth of your arms
I lose all sense of time, I give in to your charms.
A rush of blood as my heart pounds, flips
As I taste the love on your lips.
We don’t need words to say how we feel
We stamp our souls, hearts, with love’s seal
harvesting, reaping, carving
pumpkins, jack o’lanterns, blossoms, butterflies
pollinating, sprouting, blooming
the night sky lights up
with fluorescent green colors~~
dance of the spirits
a flickering light
filled with palette of colors~~
the night sky’s rainbow.
Young is the night
the moon light bathes
my knight in white.
a than bauk form
putting my heart where my pen is
a piece of me in black and blue
emotions inside , waiting for release
splash of sentiments, of every hue
my pen has become my mouth piece
tongue tied, seen but never heard
withdrawn, shy, I am an introvert
buried in my books, I am called a nerd
frustration, negativity, I did convert
notes quivering like song of a bird
writing helpes to ease the pain
liberation of pent up passion
calming my senses, tranquility gain
fashioning a poetic creation
flowing ink, an emotional drain
I can see the writing on the wall
I have taken the bull by the horns
In life’s promenade I now walk tall
pathways maybe strewn with stones, thorns
I no longer stumble and fall
a broken dream
frozen in time
beyond the realm
of subconscious thought
of beguiling optimism
The eye of the night,a nocturnal delight
Shimmering, scintillating in her white gown
She rides the night blazing trail of silver light
To consort with her lover Endymion.
Rendezvous in a cave on mountain peak
The bliss of eternal love, the lovers seek
Fifty daughters to them born, olympiads
Fifty months called the Menai, myths myriads.