Tryst with The Moon
The night sky was bright and blue,
Filled with stars that I never knew.
I watched the night scenery in awe,
confessing things I’ve always kept.
Sneaking at night, staying on the swing,
there, I would talk endlessly to him.
I always thought I was alone,
but I forgot him shining along.
Days and days, I feel the summer heat.
Always the same, that, I thirst; felt defeat.
At night, I would not expect,
the same light and darkness felt.
Night. Every night. The shape changes.
Like people on Earth, it sometimes show its edges.
I like to see him change every night,
for there are times that I could hide.
I speak about my dreams.
And there was he, shining.
Unpredictable yet I’m loving him; all that he.
Its dim light was enough for me.
Sneaking at night, If I must, I’d do.
If it’s the only way, I should, too.
Is it a crime to have tryst with the moon?
Yes or no? I wouldn’t care too.