From your perch in the night sky, glistening
with a pale glow that captivates my gaze,
you gaze back at me, casting a soft light
upon the world below, upon my lonely heart.
Oh, moon, eternal companion of darkness,
you hold secrets that no one else can know.
As the stars dance around you in reverence,
you stand steadfast, a beacon in the blackness.
Your face, ever-changing, a kaleidoscope
of moods and emotions, a mirror of life.
When you’re full, you shine bright, lighting the path
for lovers, dreamers, and the wanderers lost.
But then you wane, slowly fading away,
as if you’re retreating into your shell,
leaving behind a world consumed by shadows,
a world yearning for your ethereal glow.
I watch you, moon, as you traverse the sky,
over mountains and valleys, rivers and seas.
You witness every triumph and tragedy,
every fleeting moment of joy and grief.
Do you ever long to touch the earth below,
to feel the warmth of sunlight on your skin?
Or do you revel in your celestial role,
content in your distant but ever-present watch?
Through centuries and millennia, you’ve watched
history unfold, tales of love and war,
of birth and death, both grand and insignificant,
while your silent wisdom remains untold.
So, moon, I look to you for guidance,
for solace in the darkest of nights.
Your constancy reminds me of hope,
that even in darkness, the light will return.