FULL MOON AND I..

Standing atop the infinite,
Winning over the dark,
After yet another finality,
The Full Moon spoke to me,
That it was with me, again,
In my finite league,
Proposing the conversation,
It sought every such night..
It’s not that I don’t say yes,
I do bathe in the shining Moon,
Dancing on its song,
And I did move, to respond,
Like I have been doing,
To let my words play in accord,
In the brightest hours of night,
To share the thoughts,
On mutual joy of walking alone,
And living severally alone,
But, like always,
The night got over,
Before the words, lost in joy,
Could speak to each other..
Full Moon and I, in a league,
Are the pulse of fortnights,
For tales of our mutual joys,
Where we share our silence,
Waiting for the day,
When words would flow,
From one real of joy,
To another, weaving,
Some more togetherness..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/