A Moon Whisper

February 2nd, 2021

My love,

I've got 12 night falls 'till our eyes meet again.

During my walks in the late hour

under the moonlight,

I sometimes wonder if you are gazing at our silver orb as I am

For is then that I let my hopes paint our future life together

Sometimes,

the images become so vivid

that they almost make my reality feel like I am waking up from a haze

And although I know they are not real,

it still soothes me.

I often ask the moon

whether she still whispers to your ears while asleep

romantic pieces of poetry

or whether she has delightfully sung to you

the lullabies my heart has composed in the name of our love.

While wishing upon the stars in the depth of ether,

I close my eyes to picture our last kiss,

for even when apart,

My heart knows how to paint the charming glare of your pupils

On occasions,

I call on the wind

to blow upon my skin

a breeze that carries the air which leaves thy lungs

for breathing an instant of you

would give me the strength to endure

our time apart

until our lips meet once again.

Yours truly

Ibis