The Moon Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

Let me admire the moon tonight.
For if I were not blessed with sight,
It had not been beuteous in the night.

By the lake I sit, amused by the glimmer.
Thanking sun for giving the moon its shimmer.
Dived in water, the reflection of this wonder.
calm and quiet like an innocent child.
It sleeps alone in the blanket of night.

Cold breeze when blows through the long grass.
I suspect some question is asked.
Why day is noisy but night so serene?
I miss the moon all day. Where had it been?

By the lake I hear them talk.
I wish among stars this moment would lock.
How fast is it ticking? This ruthless clock.

The sun will be up in no time.
If I were to empty my pockets of each dime.
Still my moon will fail to shine.

Its bidding me goodbye with a promise of meeting tomorrow.
What if God decided to end this charm.
The life might ring an ending alarm.
So stay a bit longer. Why are you in a hurry.
My grave might be calling.
You never know when it's time to be buried.