the moon

gazing skies over her   ,
throwing pebbles while  drifting feet,
It keeps her wandering with a purpose,
shadow reappearing with rhythmic gestures,

The whispering of red moon light ,
revolutionise her moves ,
And
build a free land in her confine mind ,


Nothing is sweeter than spreading wings far deep,
removing delusions images with conscious mind,
That shadow watching her switching faces,

And
catching moments as souls ignite