It's the time that shows,
The day has come to an end.
Though there's still some(time) left,
To explore my musings.
The moon shining brightly,
Holding the stars together.
Half of the planet under it,
(Trying to be) Relaxed before the slumber.
Moon's light being the soft comforter,
Covering the sky warmly.
My eyes looking above,
Engrossed in them for long hours.
Not the sky or moon involved in my mind,
But the feeling that comes along with them.
The feeling whenever I look at them,
The never-ending bond of moon with the sky.
How it makes me wonder,
If I would ever find my sky.
To embrace me entirely,
And to support my back.
For me to hug it with my light of warmth,
To bring it out brightly from dark.
To be my shoulder of reliability,
And accept my flaws.
Desire to hold hands as long as we can,
And talks through the unspoken words.
The beautiful silence staying,
Eyes doing the work of talking.
The stars witnessing their glowing features,
Their happy moments and a love so beautiful.
Indeed, a beautiful love your sore eyes could ever see.
But ever thought of the moment,
When the sun knocks at the sky's door?
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That Time
PoetryA short poem on how the poet compares themselves with the moon and their desire of finding someone special with the night sky. But at the same time they worries about the world going against their love to part them, comparing it with the sun.
