The verity has absconded in the magical tide
The smile has fettered the languid bride
Truth is the reality in unremarkable tide.
When the moon kisses the starry night
She yearns for her mate in her concealed delight
The fallow of yester years
Succumbs to her extant desires.
Amidst the spent-up cavernous night
In her lonesome endeavour to see the light
Kisses the man of her dreams,
The mensch of her princely charms
Amidst a billion ecstatic thoughtless yearns.
The moon has lost its lullaby song.
Of the thousand moons
Dreamt, yearned, unfelt so long.
Of the tender kiss, in her lonely bliss
Has she dreamt of the last ditty
She has yet to sing?
Life is further bright
Neither song nor a tune.
Life is a galore of revelries dune.
Amidst the applause of party wild
She moans in silence of lost guild.
Yearns for that magic kindle
Amidst lonely bereft wilted winkle.