Thursday 12 November 2015

Bedtime

In the moon lit night
Across the windowpane came
The pitter-patter footsteps
Of sweet summer rain.
While the flooding light
Of the man in the moon
Left shadows across
The length of the room,
As a breath of wind
Made the curtains dance
In the melody of
A soothing trance.
Calling from the wild
The birds and the bees
Frolic from their heights
Nestled in the trees.
As they took their places
For the midnight hour
Silhouettes of our skin
The sheets to devour.