Full Moon Dream
In the futile triviality
of the desolate wasteland,
a sunburnt solitary tree
languished a long while,
cast nonetheless
on the parched ground
a sensuous shadow,
my secret sanctum.
A crystal path I had paved
to the realm of retreated yearning,
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire,
where intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into the garden of glory,
the fringe of flying cloud
captured colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
captivating concerto of twilight.
In mystique night you came enticed,
floated on the flair of stardust,
radiant in the amorous aurora
of silver sequined moonshine,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
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