A poem

D. Abboh
Nov 13, 2022
Photo by Peter Fogden on Unsplash

When the moon is up, I eat it whole
I’m filled with the brightest feeling,
my soul just grows and grows
I’m wide awake and dreaming.

When the forests bloom, the air flows clear
I’m deep breathing and breathing,
my heart feels like you are near
I’m free and the oceans are sleeping.

When I dream long enough,
I see your face again.
We fly back to the world —
and just begin.



D. Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: