My Moon

I wait for him by my window,

Sometimes he doesn't come, plays elusive

And when I am not looking, he smiles

In the silence of those long, lonely nights,

I tell him all my stories

He listens, casting amorous glances

He likes to pose for me,

Stands tall right in my balcony,

Insists on a ‘close up’

He moves when he sees me crying

Draws closer, peeps in through the window too

I feel his warmth, sleep in solace 

Is it love, or mere fascination

I never ask myself
He shines for me, I smile, we exist!