We are the murderers
of silent nights
I and she used to sing carols,
& even the moon join us
within the chorus.
A night full of stars
grooving at percussions
with jingling sneer
& some of them head bangs
till the morning knocks in.
Thunder and wind
creates a scene of the drama
for the poem we write
while sitting next to our tour guide
at blue sky sunny sides.
The lounge of green grass
as perfectly washed with
frozen dew drops
that has arranged
the words for us to
make a new song.
Let’s not pass the trails so fast,
Let’s stay for a while in this
forever and more & more,
till we sleep with this beautiful
dream of holding each other’s hand
at the seaside at this blue shore.