Did you see the moon today?
Whirling and swirling around the fire
Twirling its halo around Paris and Bombay
Dancing to the tunes to its hearts desire.
For she who lives miles away in a forgotten land
The land – hot, cracked, arid, love lorn sand
I ask, do you know where she stays?
She lives next door, moon says!
Wow that’s so beautiful
well written poem
Such beautiful you have penned! Taking desire as a concept is a masterstroke.