The moon had been crying in side real days
The dim light of the twinkling stars
couldn’t expose its tears.
How to smile being deprived of the sunlight?
Go to Hell, the smiling starry night.
But suddenly it smiled,
it knew the sun will return
with a synodic day.
She will start striping as a crescent,
fourteen nights will pass as fourteen seconds
and then the moon will be an artistic nude.
I shall become restless,
you’ll become restless,
and what of us,
you shall see the dance of excited tides,
when oceans, too, will become restless.
Moonlight will act as a drug
anything that has life will react as addicts.
The whole earth will start the game of clay,
we are here for a moon light play,
otherwise,
gardens of paradise was a beautiful place.
The earth has a moon, an extra glace,
an additional grace!
Thanks Dear Moon!
You taught my beloved to be artistic
by copying the phases of your stylish love.