Enchanting moon

Moonlight becoming

beaming my sky

creating miracles

in front of my eyes

waning moon

warming my soul

filling my thoughts

with desires-

ah, so wild

words evaporate

that remained unsaid

unspoken words

arising to be said

now I speak with the moon

and we both laugh

at my clichés

caught by the lunatic

madness of enchanting moon

© Sejal.G 10 May 2004

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