Robed in pristine white,
companion of the night, came
to love and be loved.

Robed in pristine white,
companion of the night, came
to love and be loved.

Restless moon awestruck,
By the slinky ocean’s grace,
Smiling across miles.

(A haiku and a cinquain)
Peeking through windows,
the moon wakes and walks at night,
with its wondrous tale.
Yielding
silver tinted
hope, to the lonely hearts,
of the golden sunrise, morrow
will bring.

On flipped up curves,
of the beaming crescent moon,
gleams dark mysteries.

Closing
her glinting stars,
blue moon sails to the land
of dreams, leaving her clouded thoughts
behind.
#cinquain_poem

Haunting penumbra,
kissed the lustrous harvest moon,
enshrouding her glow.

Mystic
lyrical odes
of the moon, shine like stars
in my universe, possessing
my heart.

Holding each other,
dancing under the moonlight,
me and my shadow.

Spring moon
fascinated,
over the canorous
singing river, harmonizing
sweet love.
#cinquain_poem

The diffident moon,
unaware of her splendor,
inspires hearts and arts.
