It’s a full-moon night, my Love
and much as I would love to be in your arms
and spend long hours gazing up at the sky
with the wonderous silver light.
But I can’t with the distance separating us
along with meadows and seas.
You might be standing on a mountain peak
or walking along the Atlantic shore
or you might be in a crowded room
or all alone
But remember our promise?
On full moon nights, you shall stand under the sky
and so shall I, and together with matched times
you and I shall look long at the moon
knowing our eyes are meeting in the heavenly sight.
Your hazel eyes and my brown ones
shall unite with endless dreams.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
