A Poet’s Day

All I see is your poem sweetheart, Somewhere it’s rimed, Somewhere words scattered like stars, But I see the phases of your moon, The rise of a crescent to a full moon, And then full moon being loved by you, Shy like a virgin who meets her beloved, Conceals her beautiful face, In the bosom of love, Step by step until the cool and peaceful face, With closed eyelids disappears in a night, Giving a chance to stars, To shine like pearls and diamonds in sky, That’s a night for a poet, He paints the stars, Somewhere it’s rimed, Somewhere a scattered beauty, But beauty is beauty, That gives birth to a lovely dawn, And the day that follows, Is the day of poetry!