From the Pocket of a Dream
the full moon smiled through the marble mirror of our lake
at our very first night.
The summer ripened within a branch of jasmine,
behind an ordinary fence, in one ordinary yard.
Yet, it was magic going on there at midnight.
In my world – way too late.
My life, an useless try of explaining the delay to my impatient soul,
in a denial of feelings for my greedy heart.
Then, all the sudden an another riddle.
How to explain a mess of emotions to them both now?
To them, not accustomed to happiness,
to them trained to live in a poorness of senses.
the full moon held the answer that night
and calmed the eagerness of one hunger.
It is captured forever in a scent of jasmine
within the heart of our home town.
© Eclipse 2011
Shared on Summer’s Favorite at Broken Sparkles
Image: Moon Over The Gripsholms Castle, Mariefred, Sweden