Night’s lantern…
Now shining as
A white ball….
The witch has
Put on her cloak of dark….
And is gazing at the shimmering
Crystal ball hanging lazily in the sky…..
The full moon is nature’s art gallery….
Welcoming me now to sedate
My dreams to a nostalgic sleep……..
I wandering now on the moon
As a fantasy traveler…..
I come across ice cold rocks
And they melt freezers
Into my white skin…..
I see a ghost who
Went to the moon
After Eternal Sleep…….
I meditate on the shores of a lake
Now glistening with marrow
Of moon’s light…….