The Envisaging

Sat on the stairs, so blank,

As I woke in the mid night,

The mystique night attracted me,

Silent, as the night could be,

Confused, I could be,

Everything shimmered under the pale moonlight.

It was silent, yet spoke everything,

It was dark, but showed me my way,

The moon dazzled across the sky like a pearl,

For it was his time,        

He did make the stars silent,

Like the gleam of sun would make him.

The clouds spread across the azure sky,

As had no identity, without the moon.

Sometimes glinted the moon,

Sometimes covering it like a cloth,

Sometimes shielding it like skin,

Sometimes touching it like a breeze,

Sometimes apart like foes.

How could the cloud know,

What the moon wants?

Just to glorify him in the night,

And look for the sun?

Or be with him in the day?

And I watched the cloud,

Dissolve in the night silently,

For the moon was glorious,

And couldn’t recognize the cloud.

The cloud killed himself, silently,

For he didn’t want an eclipse.

I gazed across the sky,

Many stars tried to near the moon,

And many chattered all night,

For the cloud was no more.

From the corner of the darkness,

Bright light made its way,

The cloud tried to protect moon’s charm,

But the sun made through.

For the moon was no more,

The cloud did learn to endure,

And travelled across the sky,

Giving life to the earth,

It can learn how to be alone.