Full Moon
Only on some nights the moon shines ever so full
When he holds his hand promising never to become the fool
Holding his heart, unwinding the red thread from the spool
That stitches the word which on pressed shirts seems so cool
Never on this night should he leave, its the number one rule
No words were spoken, no hearts broken but his eyes became his tool
Beautiful emotions unearthed only to awaken the laughing bull
The moon casted white upon a pond ever so colorful
Only to reveal the silhouettes of indifference beyond the cultural
Some things have to be locked away like those sweaters made of cotton wool
Others dispersed in blue waters like children in preschool
Nature’s eyes discover those treasures full of precious jewels
Of the young night fulfilling dreams, clearer than a crystal marble
That allows beauty to manifest under the white light of love so powerful
Only on some nights the moon shines ever so full
When he holds his hands life becomes promising and possible...