My Moon Poem by Naveed Akram

The moon is a lost animal, feeling lonely,
Like divorce and wrongdoing, but it is a silver glee.
Why are you my imaginary friend, now that light
Has entered the rings of solitude?

My moon, you are enticing me to defeat and loss,
It gives fever, a new fairy-tale, for shapes are toys,
Like the boys' implements of a massive kind,
Like the girls' spirit, of a sweeter generation.

I have the temperature of a saint, the grave concert
Of a born bravery, my very soul is tuned to a vocation,
Of burying the rocks and sudden rocks from your sight,
I want to never be denigrated so highly in your presence.

But you are silver, and you are kind, and you give a glue
For all mankind, like the balloon of hard aspects,
It insults me to see a joint madness in the watching
And the hearing, when wolves will howl on us so deeply.