moon child

moon child

the silver of the moon melted 

drop by drop falling on my palm

I looked above to see 

how the melting moon would be

it showered me with the silver flood

drenching and drowning in its rain

making me blossom even in the darkness of the night

blessed by the rays of the moonlight

the buzzing bees fly heater skelter

drinking  the nectar of the divine

from my stretched hands they smelled the moon

and bees buzzed with the heady aroma entwined.

Shristee Singh