A Poet’s Day Poem by Akhtar Jawad

All I see is your poem sweetheart,
Somewhere it’s rimed,
Somewhere words scattered like stars,
But I see the phases of your moon,
The rise of a crescent to a full moon,
And then full moon being loved by you,
Shy like a virgin who meets her beloved,
Conceals her beautiful face,
In the bosom of love,
Step by step until the cool and peaceful face,
With closed eyelids disappears in a night,
Giving a chance to stars,
To shine like pearls and diamonds in sky,
That’s a night for a poet,
He paints the stars,
Somewhere it’s rimed,
Somewhere a scattered beauty,
But beauty is beauty,
That gives birth to a lovely dawn,
And the day that follows,
Is the day of poetry!