White On the rare nights I'm up Watching you as I try to I stare til I see your land Your shape, your scars, deep I don't want your light Because I'm used to your glow I yearn your unknown somethings More than what you show You are near, but alone You are here, but far You are written in poems, But you are never a star Your magic in movies, Your music, I like to croon On the rare nights I'm up Confessing love to you, my moon! ©Anagha Ukaskar #sad_dp #poem #Moon #Nojoto #nojotoenglish #Poet