Night in Shining Armour

Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: 100 Days of Summer #55 - Moonshine via photopin (license) photo credit: 100 Days of Summer #55 – Moonshine via photopin(license)

The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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