Two lovers meld together
Entwined like dusk to night,
Dawn to day and blending
Like a starry night sky
and blooming cloud days blur
with one another, the next
not wanting to let the last one go
And today just can't decide
which one he loves the most.
and perhaps the two lovers
are laced together like day to dusk
and night to dawn, perhaps they are like
A night with no cosmos or
a day with no cloud smudged airplane trails
Or even, or even the two lovers are like
an orange urbanised cloud cloaking a starry night sky
above neon light bulb glorified beehives.
Beehives of our lives
day and night know no end in the beehive
with neon lights, and the lovers walk as
One lone lover and another lone lover
crossing over behind an orange cloud.
(21st November 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
