I look at the midnight sky, I ponder
looks blank, seems the stars have gone
the moon entraped, making her invisible
amidst the clouds, covering the sky.
Unconscious, my mind starts to wonder
the universe seems endless, eternal
I gaze, a million stars to look by
but the moon extraordinary, really rare.
A game of hide and seek, she plays
sometimes bright, a cheerful smile
drowning me in my fantacy, looks blare
for her beauty is divine, everyone's glare.
Comes the dark night, she's gone away
seems she is tired, imponderrable, i say.
The vices of our sight, she looks pale
for she is helpless, she just stare's.
The spots on her face, she sighs
revealing her struggle, within her scars
for she has stood the rage of time.
An epitome of beauty, she's divine
Alex David
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-64/
