Off prompt

I see the moon
in the pond's black night
I croon my poem
to its twin

I write these words
to no one
Only God reads
and the universe
I am content
The world deserves them not

Like red rose-petals that sway
blushing, at its touch
e'en in the lightest breeze
are my poems
I imagine
meeting
someone that sensitive

We will know from just looking
at each other
what kaajal lines our eyes
this night;
whether that of love, truth
tears or lies

The voices of
the speechless ones
will hold no secrets
for both of us

And when we hold hands
the silence of our laughter
will shake life's very
foundations.