In Mooniverse

Q: A moonlit night, a clear sky & no power in the house. What do you do?
A: Write a few lines.


The grass grows; there is no light,
Yet luminescence exists for the night
The neon-lights have long gone out
But sparkling Eden gives Darkness a rout.

I stand among the pearly blades
On the carpet-like white glades,
Looking at the elegance in the nude,
Of the silvery blaze you exude.

Sweet shimmer scents up the blowing breeze,
Which kisses my tousled hair with ease.
Your soft whiteness hypnotizes my mind
While I am lulled into ecstasy, by the wind.

Human dots flit in this white open crypt,
Bringing life to an unscripted script,
Of which you are unyielding director
And me, the wonderstruck spectator.

Will you not shine over this haze
And trap me in those timely delays,
That induce poets to produce verse
When your languor invades their universe?

Why must you burn like magnesium
And hold sway over my heart’s atrium?
Why do you, belligerent yet beautiful,
Choose to cover all that’s dreadful?

Don’t go away, don’t break this spell
Of enchantment in my mental dell
Because I wish for self-obscurity
In your luminescent, mysterious felicity.