The Moment

Why doesn't the dazzling sun of the day

            Tired of its’ daily errand, give way

To a dusk, unblemished and pure

            Painting the sky with vivid hues for sure;

With shades of vermillion and yellow

            And tinges of orange and red to follow;

Hinting the longing birds that it’s time

            To fill the air with sweet muttering rhyme

Rejoicing the flight back to their nest

            Forming nebular silhouettes on the west;

Creating the moment

            When it’s not so hard

For my feelings to give vent

            Not uttering a word?

Why doesn’t the crescent shaped moon

            Illuminated by an unknown boon

Hide her visage with slender shrouds

            Of freely floating white clouds,

Playfully wafted by the wanton wind

            Of the crazy joyous month of spring

Webbing a vista of mysterious mesh

            Of charming moonlight and shade

Creating the moment

            When it’s not so hard

For my feelings to give vent

            Not uttering a word?

  

Why doesn’t the undergrowth thick and green

            Spread apart revealing a path calm and serene,

And with all its veiled mystery and guile

            Tempt me to tread along it and reconcile

With sights of butterfly adobes with fragrance delightful

            And of grass blades adorned with pearls plentiful,

Leading onto a lake clear blue and pure

            With reflections of trees and the sky azure,

Where playful swans oblivious of pain and pleasure

            Craft perfect symmetrical ripples on the water
Creating the moment

            When it’s not so hard

For my feelings to give vent

            Not uttering a word?

           

The dazzling sun of the day

            Tired of its’ daily errand has given way

To a dusk, unblemished and pure

            Painting the sky with vivid hues for sure.

The crescent shaped moon

            Illuminated by an unknown boon

Has hidden her visage with slender shrouds

            Of freely floating white clouds.

The undergrowth thick and green

            Spreading apart has revealed a path calm and serene.

This is the moment for my feelings to give vent.

But to whom? I wonder.

Alas, I’ve lost her forever.