Marigold Moonlight Poem by Asma Khan

Somewhere behind the moon
the stars are sinking low
dropping tears of rain in the
silence of this glow


choked back in darkness of past
are the broken dreams
as if time's sun has swallowed
all its beams


sighing gently, the stars rose to
suffice sky's emptiness
in the mere accuracy of an
unknown happiness


hopes fly back to nestle
in the arms of time
living in such fantasies
is not a crime


give away what you may
lose tomorrow
for there is no use to be under
the clouds of constant sorrow