I never write poetry, so this is kind of an odd thing for me. Tell me how you like this. Critiques always welcome!
She bids the world goodnight with her gracious glow
Promising tomorrow she’d reap the seeds she’d sow
Silence grabs the air as he returns to his throne
The beasts of the dark let out a happy moan
Others scatter around him at the sight
Leaving nothing in the dark but a faint light
There is another who looks up in glee
She is our heart, our ocean, our sea
She looks up and sings much like a bird,
“Hello, and goodnight, my wonderful sir!”
See, for them ‘goodnight’ is not an ending
Quite on the contraire, it is a new beginning
They move as easily as husband and wife
Though they see each other so little their relationship seems blithe
He excites her with a hidden passion
And through her he feels the way the earth is fashioned
They are in love, the ocean and moon
Both addicted to the other’s gentle tune
They sing and dance all night long
Enjoying the sound of a silent song
It’s a cloudless night; they’ve been scattered away
They anxiously await the light of day
The noises of the night are almost deafening
The beasts, the crickets, the ocean all beckoning
But then, suddenly, the moon begins to land
Slowly, it goes, between two scenic hills of sand
She takes the throne again; the sun has risen
And the ocean softly cries, “Good morning, my good sir. Until we meet again.”
