By The Light of The Moon

I see a shy, quiet moon tonight,
In the radiance of the purest light.
Hiding in thick clouds, hanging in the air,
The moonlight wisdom is for us to share.
I listen as you define this sensation,
The miracle of our intimate connection.
What makes me weep when I make my tune?
Tonight again by the light of the moon.

In the moon’s silver white reflection,
I see Master’s marvelous perfection.
Imitates amazingly as the moon appears,
Varying patterns of my own behaviors.
Smiling often, with its crescent curves,
But some nights, dissolves in clouds of tears.
Shines brightly like a brilliant sun,
But tonight seems He’s missing someone.

Every night you embrace me tenderly,
In our endless conversations wordlessly.
Like a new moon, once more I must begin,
The winds will bring back the colours again.
One day my pain will become my cure,
As for the moon's light, there’s sun for sure!
What makes me weep when I make my tune?
Tonight again by the light of the moon.

Alina Sayani