A Random Moon

As the nocturnes play to the dancing winds

The romance between the moon and the poems begin

With the moon teasing the ever so tender love of the poems

Playing hide and seek behind the drifting dark clouds.

Starts scattered across the dark skies above and the houses starting to light up down below,

As if mimicking the stars above...

The birds finding their way home one by one while half the world prepares to buy some dreams

Some paying wine while some get lost in thought while a few drown in romamce and a few in laughter.

The skies changing her dress, like a black gown with pearls embroidered, how elegant and beautiful I wonder. Oh the world is busy, without a care for the beauty rather seeking a beauty in a different form.

Drink the wine till the heart begins to talk and dance under the naked sky says a friend 

Let's talk about the world, about the people says another.

All the weary souls dragging their hearts back to their nests,

What time is it I wonder. For I am lost in the beauty of this moon in white gown. Like a bride, shining and blushing and my poems the groom dreaming for afar.

As the nocturnes about the romance play...