In Praise Of The Moon

Round and round you go on your voyage,

From stormy deserts to icy maze,

Shining your silvery facade.

Many beauties wait for the night,

For they bloom under your sight,

Primrose, Gladiolus, Lilies, Moon flower,

Crave for a glimpse of your light shower,

You are the dream of every dreamer,

Spinning dreams down the river.

Every night forests resound,

With thy lover’s featly sound,

As you drench the realm in white light,

Songs are heard from fairies and sprites,

Cold comfort of your embrace,

A soft breeze on earth’s face.

To your enchanting call, waves rise,

Splashing treasures that oceans hide.

Dancing to your tune on those nights,

Waves reach to great heights.

You are magician of the night sky,

Perched atop on mountain so high.

Round and round you go on your voyage,

From stormy deserts to icy maze,

Shining your silvery facade.

You Are The moon

You are the moon of my darkest skies,

with you my ashes, fall and rise.

When the tides touch you through,

life - force within me renews.

Every night you glow there,

and only in my dreams,

to you I can be near.

In  the sun's lap when night's last star hides,

I no longer see you in the skies,

then, my soul again dies.

It will only be reborn,

when the moon shines bright.

The Blood Moon

Blood wraps the moon around,

stealing its silvery gown.

Night is crimson-red-violet,

colourful skies hold the starlet.

Moon is dressed,

in coruscating brilliant red.

Night’s glory shines,

as the blood-moon embraces the skies.

Moon Of The Dark Sky

Moon of the dark sky,

up there you shine bright,

here I aimlessly gaze at your beautiful sight,

to you I wish to fly.

Trees try to touch the sky,

to bathe under your calming aura,

your rays sparkle every flora.

You are in the arms of a hazel- grey sky,

I envy its embrace upon you,

wrapped in cloudy dew.

Oh! moon of the dark sky,
with you my emotions ride,
all my secrets in you I confide,
to you I wish to fly.

One day I'll be your night and you my moon.

A Blue Moon and the Yew Tree

Behind the yew tree,

hides a blue moon.

Its enthralling beauty ,

a silhouette of deity.

Blackness of space,

glows in faint light.

Simmering and flickering,

like zillion candles.

Silence of wild,

spread far wide.

But murmurous pond,

reflects the song of moon.

 The song so spirituous,

intoxicates souls .

Inebriated lovers ,

make abiding promises.

Their  eternal witnesses,

a blue moon and the yew tree.