Saturday, March 3, 2018

The swift night

The swift night

By May Kwek

I saw the moon
Race across the sky
Faster that the swiftest bird
Could ever dream to fly

"Where are you going?" I asked
"Why hurry along your way?"
"Because I am running," it replied
"To bring back the day."

"Not so soon," I cried
"The day can afford to wait.”
“Not so,” declared the moon,
“It can never ever be late.”

And with wings of purest silver
The moon flew across the sky
And the night was gone in a blink
As I started to wave goodbye

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

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