The moon has a crooked yellow smile
French crooning airs all the while
I walk with my brothers, three,
My brothers walk with me.
We rinse our soles in the dew,
Blessed as the starry secret’s few,
Alone I tire, but now together we’ve flown
They are my fire. They are my stone.
Love vibrates in my hands.
Lighting up like lunar sands.
I have her voice in my pocket,
Heart in my locket.
A tender word from the night,
From the dark data sea, out of sight.
Given by the stork of the stars,
A little piece of moonlight is ours.
Surely I know this love is no phase,
When she whispers verse not phrase
“A million worlds await” she spoke
And the night of our youth is a smoke
That is worthy
Of poetry.
Julien Dupont 
I am really inspired together with your writing talents and also with the format for your blog.
Is tjis a paid theme or ddid you modify it your self? Either
way keep up the excellent quality writing, it is uncommon to look
a nice blog like this one nowadays..
Hey Mandy!
thank you for your kind words. To be honest I am always surprised when my writings are read by someone that I did not directly send there 😛
This is not a paid theme, this is the “Suits” theme that I modified using the tools provided by WordPress.
Actually now I have adopted the pen/stage/artistic name “Anassi” and so all of my new writing is now going to: http://www.anassi.ca so head on over there if you please, and comment if you’d like! I’d love to get your perspective between the two sites.
Thanks again!