Under the Moonlight

Photo by Bryan Goff on Unsplash

Under the moonlight,
I feel light.
Under the moonlight,
I feel fine.

The sun burns,
too harshly,
too fast,
reduces everything to nothingness.

The moon cares,
caresses with ephemeral notes,
of love,
of life.

The sun throws tantrums,
or plays hide n seek,
so many times,
in its innate childishness.

The moon matures,
shows the cycle of life,
of how to grow,
and how to shed what you have grown.

The suns stands,
looking at us breathing heavily,
drenched with sweat,
it seems like a sadist.

The moon wanes,
but still remains,
moon’s love,
remains even when it's gone.

The sun baits us with,
its first soothing string,
of pristine sunlight,
it soothes ephemerally.