A full orange moon
Hung upon the horizons
As we were quaffing ale,
Bleeding funny talk
And thrilling tales

She thus asked me
Why I could hardly look
Into her eyes for long?

And being enveloped
By timorous clouds
I could hardly say a word


For her eyes glowed like
"A couple of colliding galaxies"
Hence could hardly
Bear the light before me.


© **Kikodinho Alexandros