i.
So tonight we are alone
at the park, and tonight,
the moon is at its biggest.
ii.
It’s fun to think of the universe
how she works undiscovered,
going one with nature:
iii.
look at the leaves: falling
like cherry blossoms. It is not
autumn, but still they fall
hard like the ground
had called them.
iv.
Hear the branches rustling,
shaking because they can’t
contain the blood rush
of a romantic scene shown
through klieg eyes.
v.
Midnight wind whisper
serenity: no city lights,
no commotion. Only dead
stars flowering above us
and the grass kissing
our feet.
vi.
Under the moonlight,
you disappear like smoke
arising from almost-used
cigarette—
like an angel, called
by God, claiming
your mission is
over.
vii.
I look at the moonlight.
A river ripples a reflection
on muddied puddle.
I swear that night
is the holiest.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
i.
So tonight we are alone
at the park, and tonight,
the moon is at its biggest.
ii.
It’s fun to think of the universe
how she works undiscovered,
going one with nature:
iii.
look at the leaves: falling
like cherry blossoms. It is not
autumn, but still they fall
hard like the ground
had called them.
iv.
Hear the branches rustling,
shaking because they can’t
contain the blood rush
of a romantic scene shown
through klieg eyes.
v.
Midnight wind whisper
serenity: no city lights,
no commotion. Only dead
stars flowering above us
and the grass kissing
our feet.
vi.
Under the moonlight,
you disappear like smoke
arising from almost-used
cigarette—
like an angel, called
by God, claiming
your mission is
over.
vii.
I look at the moonlight.
A river ripples a reflection
on muddied puddle.
I swear that night
is the holiest.
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