Moonlit skies
We've seen it
The old mushy towns
And fairly lit up streets
Moonbows, hands in hands
And the apricity like our dreams
But what we've seen too
Are the desolated valleys
A moonless, frosty night
And silent, crestfallen alleys
We've seen the sun,
Reach the zenith
Right when you hold my hand
Soothingly in a Ferris
But all that matters is
Your saxophone of old times
To light up the odd days
With jazz on moonless nights
And all that matters,
is the obscure silence
Of that little split second
When we turned to each other
Whispering,
"The moon looks beautiful, isn't it?
@adaptableTiger6950
Soooo beautiful!💛
Moon is beautiful, yes, super much, just like this poem and you!🌝
Thankss!!
Aww thank you so much! Did I- did I just get filtered with on cups? I'm flattered haha. It's as beautiful as your words and you surely!
@cosmicrayyyyyy
Haha if honesty makes you feel flattered than yus!😛 For real though, I read the poem again, and its night at my place, the moon is shining right now in the sky, and this was a beautiful experience, again, so thank youu for sharing and I hope you continue sharing more of your poems!🥰
@adaptableTiger6950 This poem has such a warm, nostalgic vibe to it, like a soft, bittersweet memory. The way you blend the beauty of simple moments—holding hands, a saxophone playing in the night—with the stillness of moonless, frosty nights is just perfect. The mix of light and dark gives it this dreamy, almost magical feel. I’m not sure if it was intentional, but the last line –““The moon is beautiful, isn't it?”, in Japanese, is a poetic way of saying "I love you"—it adds a whole new layer of charm to the whole piece.
@adaptableTiger6950 aww that's a very beautiful, romantic poem ❤❤ really well written ❤
@Tinywhisper11 thank you so much!! Means a lot!!
