TO THE MYSTERY LADY
I stand at my window, look up to the sky,
The sky is clear, the moon perched high.
I look at the moon, as it stares back at me,
“You are so pretty, yet blemishes I do see!”
The moon retorts, “Yet you seem so lost in me
If my blemishes spoil it, turn away and let me be”.
I sheepishly reply,” In your beauty, I see none
None of these spots, my heart you have won”.
The moon blushes, its rosy cheeks so fair,
A second more, I may fall in love I must forbear.
“But why do you court me? For there are mortals prettier”
I was speechless, wondered what to tell her.
“When angels I do see, why must I fall for mere mortals,
Your beauty transcends godliness, in you the world I see.”
In her beauty I was struck a blow so fatal,
For this blow I ask no apology, no mercy.
As my thoughts flittered, I stared on ,
“Are you going to talk?”, she asked, ” the dawn is close by!”
I looked to the east, the azure sky turned red,
There was a lot to say too early to say goodbye.
For long speechlessly I gazed at the moon,
She too watched me, as my eyes began to droop.
The last glimpse I caught in a dazed swoon,
Lots of talking remained, yet words entwined in a loop.
This lyric is not to any immortal being,
Neither it is to the moon I was seeing.
To an angelic lady of my dreams I do write,
From whose beauty and thoughts I have no respite.