The fickle moon

 

 

Still like a barren bark at night

That has lost leaves of slumber

In a spell of mortifying autumn

I stand static with a frozen breath

Lest the clouds find a reason to drift

My world waits with an anxious soul

For a full moon lit sky tonight as well

It was here and this way the last time

The moon unveiled her silvery face

And peeped into this rampant darkness

Since then not an atom has moved

But the moon has flickered and sunk

Into the sheets of ravine perfection

To leave behind molten drops of sorrow

Enmeshed in the strands of black lashes

That twinkle like stars in the blank sky .

The sun shines every now and then

When the world calls it  a bright day

But my tides remain bridled in wait

Of the time they had often gallopped

In an attempt to touch the fickle moon.

Some stories fail to conclude ever

For they progress more in the mind

And may be never start in reality .

 

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