The moon is so mysterious today
with its corona, rainbow tinted.
It’s bathing in the clouds pearly grey
and artlessness is in its glow hinted
through some detectable aloofness of its poise.
Yet, superiority had always been its style
above the evening traffic’s fading noise.
Tonight, though, it tries to reconcile
its condescending usual disdain
so simple-heartedly with my abiding hope,
which shimmers on the river of my pain,
allowing me to survive and cope.
The streaming darkness can’t engulf me, no!
As if I’ve been in the inferno’s blaze
and now unmistakably I know
that this was just a necessary phase
for me to feel this mystery of light
so brightly reflected in the moon
that watches me tonight from its height
and with my soul wishes to commune.
20.01.2012