In my garden
at the night
a lover wakes up
to the sight
Of twinkling stars
and dazzling moon
he sings a song
and plays a tune
laden with dew
amidst the green grass
he calls out to his beloved
she's a beautiful lass
he sings the mating song
in a sweet gentle croon
comes hopping down to him
his lover so swoon
A serenade of love
rings through the night
the music plays
till the morning light
Inspite of the stillness
I couldn't sleep
thinking of her
lost in memories deep
My heart is craving for her
singing a calling song
my voice unheard
it's forgotten long
Will she ever see
the love in my eyes?
the silent sighs
my chirps and cries?
YOU ARE READING
On placid waters
Poetrybehold my sole prized instrument of choice let it bear the weight of my unspoken voice in the dead of the silent night i'll let loose my heart so it could take flight consolidating all that i think and converting it into the blackest ink only...
