The moon

The lonely moon visits me ..far away from the world
Radiant she is..sometimes a lil more...sometimes a lil less...

She remained always the full...however my pitiful eyes missed it often..

She has a few craters which I always admire....curvy in variant sizes...I always enjoy

It spells tales of never ending bed time stories ....patience she awaits for me,a dreamer ...all the while..till I go sleepy..

She is before my time ...she saw many like me
Old and gold ,a dream to many

Lost is she in her time...but never did her warmth misled

Caring ,cool and compassive she is...shrewd alone just like the Queen

Her radiance undermined many great stars...she is the only one...dancing in her zone...she lives for herself and others lived by her