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.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-over-you/
