Mellifluous Murmurs

Yellow Moon

I wake up in the midsty afternoon 

at one, two P.M and that's when I heard the tune 

it was so mesmirizing it made me swoon... 

I had no idea what that was but it took me over the moon.

My mind closed its doors and my body flew far away like a balloon

right then and there as I watched everything go by beneath me, I felt like a buffoon

like this was a show with a moral but also animated as so of a cartoon.

I shall hide in my little shell or perhaps my cocoon.

I haven't become titled as a person or of so to commune

 but whenever I look at the stars, I realize a full blue moon 

you might as well hunt me now with your bait or most likely your harpoon.

We really and destinely need to make this place a little less immune...

I have landed my body from beneath to the above on a beautiful blue lagoon

My fingers smoothed my clothing down and in the water it appeared a dark, crimson yet also maroon.

This place is so beautiful; although I'm in a midst of a monsoon

legitimately and emotionally I shall have myself  a new moon

but still; I shan't consider myself as apart of some sort of a platoon

I shall be my own pontoon

Even if I get scurried over by a raccoon

I might as well reside in the beautiful district of Rangoon

 with zero mess and absolutely  no saloon

I will be my own sand dune

but not too much of a giddy, just a slight teaspoon

even if he approaches me, I shall refuse that tycoon!

My life is a destiny; more like a typhoon.