The moon a silent guardian
Faithfully accompanies me
On this lonely journey
Towards the solace of home.
Yellow, yellow, night lord of light,
Outshing stars invisible in smog,
Peeping, assuring. I am all agog
As through buildings it charts its flight.
As I look up, I feel heaven's blessirng,
A breeze blows, gently caressing.
No worries now, it admonishes.
Bathing me in peace, it cherishes.
- Written on 27 March 2013
- on the way home from work obviously. The yellow fullish moon kept winking at me.
Faithfully accompanies me
On this lonely journey
Towards the solace of home.
Yellow, yellow, night lord of light,
Outshing stars invisible in smog,
Peeping, assuring. I am all agog
As through buildings it charts its flight.
As I look up, I feel heaven's blessirng,
A breeze blows, gently caressing.
No worries now, it admonishes.
Bathing me in peace, it cherishes.
- Written on 27 March 2013
- on the way home from work obviously. The yellow fullish moon kept winking at me.
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