An Aurora over the Skyline

to the moon and back

To the moon, and back,

Remember-

Those youthful years-

To my immaturity and

Your matured fears?

You'd hate me hide on

The outlets of the tallest trees:

So that I'm not taken away-

By the wildest of the free breeze.

And one day they took me away:

So far, beyond your reveries and nightmares;

Amidst the stars- yet infinite miles apart.

The flawed moon with overflowing beauty:

Star-studded, and being so fiddly.

Yet I persistently tumbled

Over her wanton hues.

And, a maturity in love infused

The fears, the reasonless blues-

Of losing, but still loving. Relentlessly:

Just the way, your incessant tears were.

I wept to be her poor lover-

Loving. And still loving- however unnoticed- forever.

T'was when I wanted to soothe your pains:

T'was then we met again,

On the night that rained.

I reappeared to you.

I reappeared only for you:

Even if I had to go back someday

To the moon's wanton premises.

I'll be watching you, smiling-

With our self-woven promises.

Cause I've realized, what loving feels like:

Having no claim on your soul's soul-

Doesn't matter if our hands aren't entwined:

I'll watch your ageless smile and you getting old.

  

                                                                                  ~To the moon and back