MOONFACE
Like a thrill that stroke And woke me up right at dawn. Wondering at the hard rocks That held my home. And the morning dew That weeps over its walls. Beautiful flowers in the flower show Admiring the strongest eyes, Catering to nature's upbringing. Like hours to go for a kid To crash over its remains at last; What shuns me everyday- My hunger goes with nests and loaves. The air that makes me sleep Upon the rooftops of plunging glasses. Am i a bird that foresee time Birth counts ones revelation to love; Seeming to yarn at sunset The laziness goes with a shook Of ones sense of realsome fun. All of quantum raises to power And showers to invent for some. Willingness a mighty force Reaches wills and wows to live. We still quote our poets rhyme In all of our frame of mind. T too see the real face Beyond the walls through the empty air. I watch my incandescent love And speak with a blooming mind, To the moon that is far from reach; I still laid my face at r