"The moon "

In a beautiful eventide, at the window.
Glaring at the stars billion in number.
In chaos of what am I searching for up there?
Maybe the elysian moon that I tried to chase for so long.
But I know I am holding tight to a hopeless wish, through the helplessness of impossibility.
But I will tell you I tried and I did try really hard.
Hands grab me in the dark as I realized that it'll be morning soon and I will loose my moon for it is not mine to keep.
It belongs to the night.
All I can do is admire it's commendable beauty but never have it.
But I smiled knowing that my moon will be back soon when I'll be in the dark again.
But then I'll no longer will chase it. 💗