Moon Magic

there is
something
about the moon tonight,

which draws me to it
like a bee
to a flower,

and speaking of flowers
if only those little
angels could speak,

but then maybe
silence is
the new voice of the very loud,

the loud that blares
the truth in repeat
inside the head,

but follows dictums
articulated
by the once self bitten tongue,

they say once bitten and twice shy
i say once ensnared
twice enshrined,

the mind
a devil
wrecking havok on the heart,

the heart
a rogue
making a mockery of the intellect,

the senses swoon
as if on a vacation
the feet pretend the world is upright,

i fell
i fall
i wonder why I bother even to rise,

but there is
something
about the moon tonight,

it reminds
me of the waves
the thirsty high tides,

the attempt
to breach
a distance given but so very unjustified,

the universe can tease too
as ruthlessly as do you
this egoless watery i,

there is something
about the moon tonight
as she smiles her toothy smile,

and the wave crashes into the rocks
its head, heart and mind
all blown to smithereens,

smithereens of the reflections
that were last
stored in my memory,

the stardust
of memories
which once again draws me to you,

like the waves
to the moon
like the bee to the flower.

© vidursahdev 2021