seeking moon,
my eyes are constant,
when the clouds conceal,
I curse the breeze.
I am possessive
from the second it arose,
till the time,
it disappears.
the moonlight,
that sinks deep into my soul
tranquillizing my eyes,
I taste harmony.
my blood is now cold
yet palms warm,
my mind is lost
yet breaths sluggish.
I sleep with a mist
lurking from dawn
seeking the moon
I am seeking the moon
