I flavored my coffee
in moonlight on the lonely terrace,
it was like sipping
espresso night steaming in a cup
and sugared in stardust.
every sip
had the exotic taste of lavender
like a pinch of dusk,
sprinkled in my drink,
and was bittersweet like memories
I munch on as oatmeal cookies
dipped in coffee.
moonlight was like rum
in my mundane coffee mug,
making my insomniac draught soporific
and tipsy and morose
I dissected my hidden regrets
to their bone,
salving old sores with moonbeams.
Forgotten memories
tiptoed in to replay in my thoughts
– a kaleidoscope of mixed bag moments
reborn in moonlight,
as I viewed my life in a gist,
sojourning those
trails as a lunar reiteration…
Rain-Chimes~ My Poetry Blog 