the moon,
is in its first quarter phase,
shining like a flashlight
in the night sky.
the stars surround it,
matching the moon's
gleeful smile.
I hold your hand,
and you hold mine,
and we wave to the moon,
as we talk in hushed whispers,
through the dark night.
[to whoever is reading this: you shine like a flashlight.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
