neither ships nor
lighthouse she fathoms,
nor the Atlantis or the
Olympus is her refuge,
for she is mesmerised with
the moon.
She rides the wishful sea-horses to the moon,
and sometimes imaginary
waves carry her to the moon.
Oh! how she wishes to be with the moon,
she tries to hold his
shadow,
floating in the foam,
but, it’s an ephemeral
glimpse.
Soon the moon hides,
under the light of a new
day,
and she waits for another
night,
in the hope of catching his
enchanting sight.
First published in "Catharsis" Buchleser Publications 2020