Another night sometime in january
The light breeze of sweet cold wind moves everything I see
Even the stars and moon agreed
This is one of those ‘could-have-been-perfect’ nights
A couple of people gather in a small dim-lighted room
Around eight orders of ice cold beer
Everybody was talking, laughing
But only his voice is what I hear
Only his face is what I see

Wishing the night won’t end
But the clock ticked twelve.
A whisper was heard,
“Every happy dream has to stop…”

Some things are meant to make us happy
Only when they’re free from our grasp.

  • January 2009

One thought on “The first fullmoon”

  1. ‘Some things are meant to make us happy
    Only when they’re free from our grasp.’

    I found my head nodding vigorously there.

    I also liked the separators between the lines. Each thought receives its due reward and yet they all come together.

    Beautifully penned!

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