I watched your smart pretences.
A good move....you upheeved in me
Some cute nuances.

For those elegant times.
That still stand tall
in my mind.
They feel like a recent news
of an ancient time

When pharaohs were the prime—
High regards to the rulers of lover's shrine.

Do you remember?
that library of arts and history.
Which had a book—
Titled, "We decide our own destiny".
Was it a one on mystery?

A mystery - that made me
think, like a patient old guy
Taking a sigh,
I asked the silence—
Will we ever cross paths
Anytime soon?

Or should I again,
wait for that fateful red moon.

I hope it made you smile..
That sun pretends to be a moon
My apologies,
just want to say afternoon.

This pretentious, charismatic
thought of mine.
Will care; not for once
But lifelong - a shortest
span of clocked time—

Share with me your trouble—
Like those witches,
maybe I too,
can make that cauldron bubble.

Away would be
those displeasures
If you ever read
my nine words rhyme
Believe me—
There would always be the sunshine.