Dancing with the moon (I)

Dancing with the moon
And clouds like a spume
In our dream
Wilting the green of mirth
Jingle slowly ripping into the quest
Of sea waves
And furrows of universe
Echoing in our hearts
Like the mute voices of under tone
Love lighting for both of us
Blinking like star in black hole
Feeling the invisible
Wall of criss-cross
Between us
Making me be seemingly invisible
For you

poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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