The Moon is an important part of many cultures, folklores and tales around the world. Its beauty has been potrayed in ways more than one but each time I look up to the moon all I imbibe from it is endless wishes and hope…
The far off moon speaks to me,
Through it’s pearly shine it goads me.
Questions me as to what is it that is stuck in my mind,
That does not let me sleep at nights.
Inquiring as to what is it that prevents me from spreading my wings,
And soaring into the sky.
Speechless, answerless I look at the moon above,
Surrounded by a galore of stars,
Yet standing all alone in their midst.
It’s hidden beauty shining through the veil of the darkness,
Spreading a message of renewed hope with its glow,
Signifying it’s win over the sky’s blackness.
Gaining and loosing strength as it passes through its various phases,
Matching us humans as we walk through the many life’s stages.
It’s appearance marred by the many dark spots on it’s surface,
But with an inner strength so strong,
That it’s charm and beauty surpasses all of it’s weakness.
The moon…my source of endless hope,
Making me wish even in times of despair and heartbreaks,
Giving me strength to let go of all the setbacks and pain,
Freeing me of my conscience and the self-bound chains.
The moon…my soul’s inspiration,
Gazing down on me,
Encouraging me to find the strength within,
To wake up refreshed and renewed,
And find the peace for which my heart is longing.