Mystic Moon

She steals her way slowly,

like a weightless feather across the sky dark grey.

tempting you with her soft glow

and suddenly the memories flow.

A reminder of a night spent in a lover's arms,

and if by chance of a lover's fight,

her light asks them to stay calm.

Basking in the soft white light,

romantic verses many a poets have had the chance to write.

Her beauty surpasses many of nature's,

she glorifies mountains and rivers where her light reaches.

Slowly and steadily she grows from a smile of a child,

to the bosom of a woman, yet she dies only to be reborn again.

Magnificent is her appearance at her prime,

that even the oceans turn silver appearing as if they are her shrine.

The moon stands alone beaming like a beacon in the night sky,

for all the travelers to lead them by.

by,Teja Priyadarshini

Dreaming about sunshine

Dreaming about sunshine and red roses,

birds singing in the skies make my heart soar.

Colors are more brighter than I ever knew.

Gone are the days grey and nights so blue.

Life seems to have taken a new turn.

So near is a lover's heart I yearn.

The wind is whispering words so sweet,

I cant wait for the day we'll meet.

Night sky has all its stars shinning.

It looks like a perfect drawing.

All my loneliness has taken flight.

Only love seems to be in sight.

Oh its a wonderful feeling to be in love,

my spirit flies high like a dove.

Blue skies and red roses,

a dream coming true when my heart dozes.

by,Teja Priyadarshini