Dressed in a cloak was this woman in blue,
She beckoned me and whispered,”Oh dear little Sue”,
“Yes milady”, I reply blushing under the summer gaze,
Her green eyes causing me a mezmerising daze,
“Do bring me the book, it is by the window,”
she said pointing with her gloved laced hand,
I dusted the soils of my frock and stood in command,
I recall that tattered book, red-leathered and old,
She never let me near it but I did as I was told,
Then I realized I was but a mere child of 8 so careless, naive, not-a-care and free,
Dismissing the absurd thought, I ran by the glistening sea,
I cross the lawn and into the house seeing the prize I seek at heart,
But before I could seize it and touch it, I awoke with a start,
Who was she and who was I, these questions still bothers me so,
I dreamt it so vividly not too long ago.
I see you peeking thru the curtains at my window pane,
Marveled at your beauty not an ounce of vain.
A special treat tonight you showed up thirteen times this year,
Glorious full moon, you are shining so bright and oh! so clear!
Sometimes I wish I could touch you, and know the secrets you hold,
Of life, death and inbetweens this world has somewhat told.
I’m surely not alone in bathing in your rich rays delight,
Meditating in silence to be one with your reflected light.
Faceless to those busy in their lives’ pressure and goals,
I wish they’d take the time to revel in you so they’d know their true roles.
After all her fullness happens once in some 28 days,
You might never know the magic of watching the beauty of the full moon’s gaze.
The last of her love demands to be felt,
A candle of hope she fears may melt.
I watched her quietly reading her story marked across her face,
A claimed victim of dominance has fallen from grace.
For once her innocence meets the end,
Her prayer for death a luxury, few can't comprehend.
I had anger for breakfast
such cold bitter truth
Antagonising by virtue
from my head down to my foot
My heart, my lungs held prisoner
in the tightly siezed chest
Doubts shrouds the owner
of these body’s silent protest
It pains, I must vent
There is no other way out
Should I opt for inevitable chaos
to explode with a shout
I knew I had the power to choose
the wholesome nutritious dish
But I gobbled it quick, the fatty unhealthy
How stupid, I blame, my irrational wish
Regret comes forth
a burning aftertaste
Oh! Anger you fooled me
I hope I won’t make haste
The next time, I remind myself
to remember this rage’s punch
Moving on, I am famished
I wonder what’s in store for lunch?