The Moon 🌙
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Does the absence of the moon makes it prettier or pallor?
A question triggered my senses for a gathered words ready to rise and fly amongst the world of all words.
The Moon
Every night I sit near the moon
I gaze him and he does too
Like a lover enchained to his beloved’s eyes
He looks at me as I’m his only eyes on earth
In darkness agitated burning flames hid
Between whisperings and shy voices
“Tonight you’re smiling though
Your eyes are lit without a sparkle”
Bitter soft voice
Oozed from cold dried lips
Broke icicles rasped the heart
“You’re missed”
You wake and I sleep
Why to stay till dark?
Why aren’t in day light?
Join me through
Fondly we grew
As one deep unit
You shine, I shine too.
