Crimson Sky

“I remember you” is so lame
“I think of you” is just an
understatement

for

I did not just remember you
nor did I just think of you

babe,

I long for you.
is that an understatement still?
it could be.

last night,

oh, last night
I saw you, under the moonlight
just beneath the horizon
where the earth separates
from the sky
standing tall and charming
smiling

now, that’s pure fantasy.
maybe it is, but babe, I saw you,
I swear I did.
How could I be wrong?
It was you.
I hear you.
I feel you.

and,

As I scribble to get this to you

here’s hoping that we were looking
at the same crimson sky last night
with our silent whispers suspended
in the air, “never let go.”

I hope you saw me too.

Why Can’t It Be?

Why Can’t It Be?

why?

why can’t it be?

why can’t we meet

somewhere in the horizon

where the earth and the sky delightedly unite

or, in between the colors of the rainbow

and far beyond the clouds?

even just a little bit under the sky?

why?

just why?

i’ll wait for you with all my warmth and brilliance

smiling upward at heavens, knowing  that

in the honeyed light of the evening, you will be there

blossoming like as a flower blossomed against the pure sunlight

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

i only hope that you too

will wait for me, as you affectionately welcome

the burning hue of the sunset, suggesting the impending night

where you, with all your glory, shines in luster, and  in gleam

please wait, I beg of you, wait,  I supplicate

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

why can’t there be a resting place,

a rendezvous, where we can hold each other

longer, passionately, fervently, ardently

and maybe, just maybe, kiss,

our first kiss

but, why?

just why?

why are we

two star – crossed lovers?

  • says the Sun to the moon-

NaPowriMo Day 28

Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

Wolf Moon


when the wolf moon
is out somewhere
and the sun is yet to shine
I look at the night sky
wondering
and
hoping
that we are both
wishing upon
the same star
chanting the same wish
for baby,
trust me when i say
I love you to the moon and back


For Eugi’s weekly prompt
https://amanpan.com/2021/01/21/eugis-weekly-prompt-wolf-moon-january-28-2021/