Moonlight

The sound of mystical fluttering reached my ears, It was brimming with mysteries, That I yearned to decode. So, I followed the euphonic sound, To my backyard. An enthralling kaleidoscope of butterflies, Were dancing around a dazzling butterfly, The serene moonlight spotlighting the glistening celastrina, Was a mesmerizing scene to witness. Celastrina fluttered her wings, Casting her sparkles everywhere. She embarked on an elegant flight, Embracing mother nature with her melody’s delight!

Poetry — By the moonlight's gentle glow, A world of dreams begins to flow. In silver beams that softly dance, Enchanting tales of love enhance. Beneath the moon's celestial light, Whispers of the night take flight. The stars above, a sparkling guide, As secrets of the universe hide. By the moonlight's mystic…

It was underneath the heavenly ceiling when I last loved you. It was in the mist of twilights shadow where we last embraced. It was here where our hearts met. To say hello, to say goodbye. And now, as the leaves fall and gently touch the ground, I remember your…

A prose poem —

Prose Poetry

…the desolation has only just begun — Castaway stars swim in the low stream of darkness a distant throbbing resonates across the still surface of the ocean where waves begin to form tentative and unshapen their fledgling efforts yet unable to lift the weight of the shadowed waters here on this isolated shore amidst the songs of the…

Whiskey doubles sat in their Glencairns awaiting consumption. For some men, consumption is a disease, but for others it’s a confirmation of vitality. For such men, holding your liquor is a record in a ledger. An unseen ledger filled with unwritten codes read only by such men. The whiskey wont…

My First Poem — In the still of the night, Under the moon’s gentle light, I think of all that I’ve seen, And the memories that gleam. The laughter and tears of the past, And the moments that forever will last. The joys and sorrows, the highs and lows, And the love that forever will grow. I think of the places I’ve been, And the people that I’ve seen. The friends I’ve made, and the ones I’ve lost, And the memories that I’ve gathered at any cost.

Soft Glow of the Moon — There’s something magical about moonlit nights. As the moon rises into the sky, it casts a soft, silver glow over everything it touches. It’s as if the world transforms into a dreamlike place, filled with wonder and enchantment. Moonlit nights have always been a source of inspiration for artists, writers…