The sun was defeated as the moon rose,
The streaks of sunlight gleamed close,
Silence turning to questions in my head,
As the sorrow in my heart whispered my fate.

I was a bird who broke free,
When have I become the siren that I swore to flee from?

The times I wished you held my hand tighter;
The longer you held, I had the most  of you,
And the time I had to let go when the storm took you.

Love came as a gentle breeze,
Soon to leave me drowning and gasping beneath the blue wave spree;
The faded moon searched for its solace,
But the resentful clouds showed its grimace.

We became a poetry looking for an exit,
A forgotten verse in the reminiscent afterglow of love;
A midsummer night's dream under the blanket of stars,
To the ends of the world, we meet when we part.

The writer is a 2nd-year university student at North South University.