Drip drop the moonlight goes …
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”
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In the breeze of summer
I find the foreshadows of heaven.
I long, but only a whisper I can hold.
In a piece from the sky and a jasmine scent
there is always another sunny day,
brimming fragrance of a rose bouquet.
In the leftovers of rain
I find the herald of loss and pain.
I run, but the concrete slips away.
In a dripping mist and a deplete rainbow
there is always a message to decipher,
lipstick scribbles on a tantalizing mirror.
In the drops of the moonlight
I caught the sight of your unknown face.
I shine, but only a short rapture I take.
In the afterglow and your embrace
there is always the hazard of gazing at love,
the pine to see you stay for one more day.
© 2011 Broken Sparkles