Even if the moon doesn’t smile
A touch of yours can make the gray night shine,
A magic wand hiding my worries in pixie dust.
A word from you can make the stars whisper to the leaves,
with a message so soft that its brushes my cheek with a breeze
taking me to a land of dreams.
A look that intrigues the moon & clouds to play hide & seek,
For it wants a glimpse of us under the sky
Joyously riding and flaunting our journey over series of creek.
Walking with the drizzle, trying to catch the drops
the twining of nature above, forming a love nest.
Sparkles -a magic moment – in the night.