Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe of such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight
The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter in my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air
It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day
or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins
Poetry Day Six: Enjambment
There is this magical energy that attracts two people who consistently think of each other. Those who were struck by it call it fate.
But it is basically one of love’s unexplained ways; the mystery of how it works, not even the sharp-witted people could define.
The heart wants what it wants; there is no explanation to why it wants it.
When you find what you love, let it kill you then.
Kill you passionately with happiness as long as you accept the pain that goes with it. Continue reading “What is love, really?”