An Aurora over the Skyline

from the Selenophile

You are the moon,

And I'd love to be a SELENOPHILE- so much in your affection;

I'd watch you from my little window: blazing with a pacifying glaze;

I'd watch you appease my soul: on my loneliest nights, on my wiped out days.

I didn't wish the stars to have it all:

Or the tiniest clouds that kiss you and recklessly crawl away:

Leaving you so vague to believe in love for a second chance.

The nightfall hits me hard: just when the dawn creeps into with light, you know-

The hours of my staring into your insights should be so steady and slow.

I've seen those lovers writing poetic rhythms on your face,

I stand behind unemployed, getting seduced by the moon's swooning grace.

I could have interpreted your portraits on a canvas-

Just how vibrant you've been in Van Gogh's eyes;

Maybe, he was your unloved lover anyways:

To make your shape stand out in the most starlit skies.

So, what if he never had you: neither I'll ever do-

Your unloved lover would seamlessly cherish the every smiling crescent of you.

~From the Selenophile