The Moon

The sun seeks salvation,
as the sky is painted black,
a new light emerges,
a dimmer glow in fact.

The moon sits atop the clouds,
gazing straight into our eyes,
its warmth felt in our bodies,
a heavenly feeling to be precise.

But tonight that feeling,
is nowhere to be found,
is something wrong with the moon?
its no longer as magical as it sounds.

In the distance,
it’s as if the moon gazes at a star,
a star seemingly distant,
you can barely see it from afar.

I can feel the moon,
wanting to reach out to it,
for now rather impossible,
would they ever meet?

In one particular evening,
the moon emerged with hints of red,
as if it has been crying,
for that star that was once said.

Peculiarly enough,
the rain fell down in droves,
beating hard into the Earth,
is this really love?

Another star glitters in the sky,
as if to wipe those tears away,
the rain became lesser and lesser,
perhaps it has something to say.

The rain finally halted,
and I swore I saw the moon turn,
with a slight glance at the distant star,
hoping it would once again return.

Within a moment,
the moon shone brighter,
I gave a wry smile to the sky,
“I’ll pray for your happily ever after”




To miss Moon, wherever you are.