Freedom Drums of Twilight

Reminiscing the spell of solitude.

I had forgotten how it looked
In busy bustle and daily din.
Until I saw it by chance
My old beloved, my trance.

On firmament of imagination
Bright butterball of romance
Casting spell on heart warm
Through the poet’s word of charm

Over the solitary Eucalyptus
A shade happy, a ray sad
The cold moon has blossomed
Reminiscing the spell of solitude.

(4:12 A.M. Feb 28,2010 - Moon from the window)