The MOON

I took the picture yesterday night. The moon was clear and could not be hidded in the cirrus. Unlike what I have written a poem about before (the crescent thing) , the grown moon is showing some more power and energy- like it is enjoying the best of its youthood. I wished the street lights that light the backyard went off to enjoy the natural healing shine.

I am afraid that the moon may leave for a while. If not today, tomorrow. But I would want it around for a little longer. And in my mind I remember the book I read five years ago; Ezeulu waiting for the sign. Today I woke up for it. The failure to find it in a given bookshop could not stop me. I have the book now! Exam revisions will have to wait alittle longer till minutes to the exam.

I am not sure whether it is full for I can sense hoarseness down on its edge. It was hard to identify a half moon and I am pretty sure it is hard to notice the change in size- just as it is difficult to see the sun changing position at Zeninth.

I am ready for the moon today night. Please be there for me dear moon.