I watch a game of hide-and-go-seek
Played out every night
Between the night-blooming jasmine
Outside my bedroom window
And the celestial traveller of the dark
Behind a puff of cloud
Like a cotton ball gone rogue
It wraps itself inside a blanket of inky blue
Peeking out only a tad
The rest out of view
And I swear
I can almost hear
The flower giggle at these antics
Blooming slightly more
While Mr. Moon
From up high above
And takes a bow.
All tales of battles waged
Sing about the heroes of their age
Glorifying them like the mighty sun
Fiercely blazing, undaunted and unstoppable.
Ravaging everything that lies in its path.
The burnishing embelm of a brave warrior.
But imagine the strength it would take
To be like the unsung moon.
Reflecting the blinding glare of the sun,
Unscorched by its threatening flares.
The moon persists, throwing back
What comes its way with the flick of hand.
While with the other it controls
The majestic waves of every ocean,
Silently writing the destiny of the world.
Be like the sun to fight, my dear.
But Be like the moon and rule.