Awaiting Spring.

On a full moon night

I stood by my window

Lighting the cigar of reminiscence.

Its fragrance wafted in the air

And spilled my secrets to the stars.

The winter clock struck goodnight

with fireflies humming hibiscus lullaby in baritone.

As my fingers held one paradox after another pain stuck in my nails like dirt.

I tried to hide them

With a french manicure.

Hiding anxiety beneath the nude nail paint.

I smoked up the moonlight

And let the ashes fall

Into the astray of yesteryears.

On a full moonlight I shared with the sea my sunken soul

It roared like my dreams

The moon light battered my neck

and rested its tired head on my shoulders.

Together we waited for spring.

To drown our fears amidst pink blossoms.