Truant moon,
Absent life,
I think of you
This lonely night.

Did you finally leave
The silent sky?
To find your lover
Of the morning light.

Or wane because
I failed to hark
To the soothing songs
Of your moonlight.

Didn’t you show
How chirpy days
Would always die
A gradual death?

How darker days
Would pave away,
A path again
For brighter times.

Put faith in the unfailing,
To reassure me
Of the things that would
Forever bide.

Even when people
Of the day
Would leave
Me on a forlorn ride.

My solace lies
In the knowledge of
My imminent night
That’s to reunite

Me with your stories
Of a thousand tides
Who still pine
For your tender side.

Your face becomes
A clouded myth,
When tears are
About to fall

I wish we have
A clearer sky
So I could read you
Like a lucid book.

Stop hiding
Behind distant trees,
Haven’t we pledged
Our solemn troth?

With the circles
You always complete
We have been
Wed in my fiction.

Come back to recount
The accounts of
The human plight
And bring to light

Your adventures
Of the time
You went waxing
Your outrage.

Come home!
Save me from the dark,
More so let me,
Catch a glimpse

Of the whitest lamp
On the blackest board
That would illumine
All the lost things.