I remember how the moonlight danced on your hair which fell just below your shoulder in their usual curls.
It was a full moon but all that my eyes would admire was your beauty.
You were so perfect in that moment and my heart would not stop beating like a drum.
A ghost of a smile dancing on your lips and the stars shining in your eyes, I imagined you as a far better galaxy.
It could have been that June night that I finally stopped admiring you from a distance.
But I was a coward, and I felt crippled with fear of you not liking me.
For I was a wanderer getting lost in the beauty, and you were a heavenly sight.
You were a mirage in a desert I had been wandering through for too long.
You were everything and more, but I just did not have the courage to do it.
And I let my worst dream come true - I lost you.
It's another clear night in June, and you are not alone.
Now, he's got the girl and all I've got is the moon.
But the moon is not half as beautiful as you.
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
