The silent image of a poetic light the

crescent moon enhances the

blackened night my eyes are bound to

the beauty that I see the moon's

magnetism - it beckons me pores of

my mind rise and fall in lnation lost in

a spell entranced in lunar fixation

alters the rhythms and the tides of

the oceans eclipsing hemispheres of

my emotions moon enters in its new

phase-governs both the nights and

the days bathe in its heavenly rays -

strange allure the one that I praise