Moonless Night.
Into the black space do I stare deeply,
earnestly longing for a sight to feed my eyes with,
but not even a glimpse
or a touch of the outstanding night light,
could I behold.
Shall my eyes die hungry?
I want to behold the immaculate white bulb,
I want to behold the stars surrounding it,
I want to gaze at the sky and smile,
I want to behold the clouds and feel safe,
Shall my desires never be quenched??
Nights without moon are like the clouds
without a glimpse of light,
the blank empty and deserted streets of the wilderness,
a year without summer,
and a Christmas without a chicken slaughtered,
how can these be survived?
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.