The sun loves her during the day
But she keeps her distance and time,
The stars at night, gather to say
But she ignores the starlit chime
But my ink does flow and my muse,
In the praise of her silver face,
Among us three, who will she choose?
Earthling or citizens of space
The sun shines the best it could
Stars twinkle, constellations covers,
I just wait, just praise, nothing good
But poets and the moon, are eternal lovers!
~Ajay
July 2017
