In the middle of the night,
I mimic the sky's darkened hues,
Gloomy, yet filled with stars
of many colours;
Red, yellow, and concealed blue.
As the sun sunk into its slumber,
I await the moon's presence,
Only for it to be summoned
in a form so amorphous,
That I'm left to wonder-
"Who are you?".
Your spectral shine escapes the-
diaphanous shroud of clouds,
And it leaves me aghast,
As a grin paints my face,
Trying to fathom the new you;
A haunting radiance.
Till, memory struck:
Ancient and vivid-
Distant and blurry.
It grasps onto my mind,
like you do on my soul.
Forever frail- I will be,
Under your constant cycle:
Arise on the skies,
Capture my gaze,
Turn me nocturnal,
Suppress my death.
Enigmatic, isn't it?
How you would just-
ubiquitously exist
in my every moment;
A withering lament,
Aches nonetheless.
This awful melody,
Its transience,
And stillness:
Brawl in discordance.
Neither wins-
Nor loses,
It ends a stalemate.
Here, 'tis where we part,
You, with the azure heights,
Me, the firm lands below.
May I not brood of you
in the sun's awake,
Shall my gaze yearn you-
And your umbrage.


