Silvery faced moon gleam
Dressed in diamond-studded gown
Gracefully waltz through my garden
Perched high on a mango tree, an owl
Hooting in chorus with chirping crickets
Nocturnal orchestra stage a perfect night
Windows in my study cast wide open
Cool breeze rush in to kiss me
As I sit under a hooded study lamp
Steaming coffee keeps me company
Setting the perfect night for a poet
To paint a mosaic of heart-felt words
It’s the poet’s perfect dream night
28.3.2015
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