Moonlght.Stars
Give it a romantic radiance
Like the heart
That luminates the soul.
Melodies of sweet rebirth
Inscribed in our hypothalamus
My eye catches her sight,
I sigh with relief
Lovely bird is come
Laden with bliss!
Blossoms of flowers
Shall crown the field of my lips.
Come, light of my heart
Let`s go to bed
And make love
Before the moon sets.
Moonlight, in all of its radiant beauty explicates natrure's embrace of our humaneness in heavenly light; "melodies of sweet rebirth inscribed in our hypothalamus My eye catches her sight I sigh with relief..." And indeed, it is the quatrain stanzas of this poem that define its passionate conception in every loving sense. Ugonna