The Shadow of a Lonely Moon
Missing a love I once felt (or did I?)

Photo by Александр Ляхнович on Unsplash

Diminished, but not without a raging fight,

I invoke delusions throughout the day to get through it,

Starting with my morning coffee — the bitter kiss.

Though longing for her soft touch on my naked skin,

Remains an aching pain no amount of whiskey could diminish.

The yellow dancing flame of the distant oil rig on moonless nights,

Visible through my 10th-floor apartment window,

Appears to have distilled all my delusions into a crisp morning-cold-air reality.

A reality more believable than the lonely moon and the menacing stars,

Deep down I know that her Love will always be dancing in my heart,

Just like that yellow flame, day and night,

That seduces me from an uncoverable distance,

And the one, no ferocious wind will ever snuff out.
['Akhtar Mehmood']
['Blue Insights', 'Poems On Medium', 'Love', 'Illumination', 'Poetry']