I look up in random gesture
12 years of life I behold
For the first time I see it
It is like none other I’ve seen

It is the moon to which I speak
The most hypnotizing, mesmerizing
The being we are lucky to have
Lighting the night with love and blood
Leaving many stories, many deaths
And eventually many laughs


All that has happened is in the night
The moon’s comfortable environment
My craving for blood develops
As my craving love overpowers it
In the night I cry
But in the moon I stare
For there I can always find
Stories, songs and poetry of the best
And then forget of all my troubles
All my thoughts, and all the rest

I am taken to peace by it
I admire its unjudgmental silence
And it’s unselfish silence
As I meditate to It’s silent tune
It is the Moon