When The Stars Play Hide And Seek Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When the stars play hide and seek
between the branches of the big old oak tree
and the moon peeps into the bedroom window
will you then come and pick stars with me
and throw them into heart buckets
till they overflow with promises
and fulfilment and joy
when like a child I keenly scoop up
the happy moments of being together,
you are mine the wind whispers along with you
and in the twilight your arms fold around me
while my heart beats in my inner ear.