I noticed the moon last night,
On my way to the laundry shop,
After almost a month of not seeing her in the sky.
I missed the sight of her gracing the night with her light.

Half of her face was veiled by darkness
Yet her radiant glow was enough to light the earth below her and the path I walked on
Stars were scattered around her
Giving off their little sparks

Tonight I see her again but she looks melancholic in that pedestal she stands on
Her light is paler and dull than when I saw her last night

I have seen her more than a thousand times
Lighting the night sky since I was a child
But I never tire of admiring her luminous radiance and beauty
It was her face that stirred my young mind into dreaming
That filled me with wonder and awe as I gazed at her in those early years of my life

There's something magical about the moon
That pulls me to look up at the sky on a moonlit night
The sight of her inspires me to dream
To wander into lanes of memories
To that time in my life
When I was still a child living by the sea.

Written by Summerrain75
Author's Note
An old poem from NaPoWriMo19 entry
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