Moon Over You

on a Monday
morning
i go there
wanting to
see you

expecting that
love is in the air

sea breeze
blue skies
green grass
on the garden
some red roses
white daisies
ripe grapes &
strawberries

i am moon over
you and comes
this absence of a

noonday, till
late night, i am

still moon over
you, this hopeless

loveless romantic
waiting for nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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