The Full Moon Mural

by : Bacardi Gold

I can’t find a perfect picture that will best describe the poem. I opted for this one.
I hope you’ll like it, too. … —- bacardi gold

the framed mural of the beauty of the full moon
reflections of charm and grace caught in a lagoon
with falling stars that spark in the dreaminess of night
the dark seems to stain the true colors of the daylight

finished in black, birds, trees and humans
colors of night, as dark as the moonless oceans
yet the drama unfolds in the splendor of the mind
caught in the strokes of the brush the scene unwind

the canvas depiction of the other story
sunset brushed in fiery colors came into twilight’s glory
cheerfulness of the rainbow was a complete surprise
making the hell of a twilight a little bit of paradise…


That was…

by : Bacardi Gold


the sound of music keeps whispering
the usual sound i chose in my ear lingering
maybe several summers have passed me
all pleasing, mellow, soft and easy

deep in my heart flowed swiftly are memories
awakening sad failures and happy victories
transporting me back into the screen of life that was
when legion of blunders have shaped and built in a canvas

if i were to relive back the time
and fix myself on those stages of growth
seriously rectified
will be the lapses and faults
only time can keep those errors in the vault…