The cry of the Moon

The moon bends its head
Filled with tears and anguish
Redden with the lips of a maiden
Leaning closely on the breast
Of the thin white cloud

Its heavy cry woke my sleep
A cry loud enough
To empty the wildest sea

I stare at its beautiful face
All wrap in scars and glitters
I joined with my tears
As my heart share its divide
In the happy feel
Thinking when the day
Would be hidden in the gone
And the hearts stood at its feet
would cry a childish feat




About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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