Half Past Moon

Traipsing along the spiral staircase

to catch a breath of fresh air,

My terrace invites me,

I swivel and stare

Gloomy, moody ,callous..

It wouldn't work,The air's too thick

Too supressed,too humid,

I can feel the pallid smokescreen hung

Like a curtain soaked and draped,

About me as i shake my head

and unmist my sight,and Glance up

Stars galore

Lo,and a little more than Behold,

I see her sitting there

Pockmarked,roundish

But twinkling with glee,

Silver dinner plate..

She sits too proud,

Arrogant more like,but

I can't resist her stare

Contemplates me,and laughs

Her sparkling Maiden Laugh

I Shake my head,exasperated,

She'll never learn,Ol' show-off,

then I chance a half-glance,

and a reluctant half-grin

Yea,I know,it's half past moon..