Soft Solitude

There he’s-hark the good old moon

Scared every night

As he ventures into the dark

Little does he know

What wins over the night

Is his heavenly light

There he is hiding behind the clouds

Mischief in his mind

Playing with his own brilliance

What the stars fail to see,

Is the loneliness in his game

For his helplessness brings him too much shame

As the morning comes,

The sun maliciously bidding him goodbye

He goes back leaving me alone

To wither in this wretched heat

Little does he know

Everyday I blossom for him

For it’s his soft gaze that makes me glow

I don’t know what I’d do

If he’d not be there to see me through

the end of every day and the rise of every night