On a ball of shiny matter,
A spectrum of feelings,
Some hopes, some healings.
I see it through the window,
It sleeps in the lap of stars,
How irrelevant then seem its scars.
I gaze at the grey, scarred ball,
And get lost in it soon,
It hypnotizes- that super moon!
A world of deep thoughts,
Envelops so many nyctophiles tonight,
Find some peace? Yes, we might.
-via @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram