Moon is the poetry, That writes itself everyday, As it shrinks and grows, Out of it's form, Like it's feeling, All the feelings, And a...

The love affair, Of the moon, With poets and artists, Is written in literature, From centuries ago, In songs, poems, paintings and more....

Even if it is, Hidden, Behind the layers, Of clouds grey, And black, It exists, Luminous as ever, Keeping an eye at you.

Today is the first super full moon of the year, That isn't visible from where I am right now, The sky is overwhelmed with clouds, And...

Since sleep stayed away for most of the night, And you are away for your reasons too, The moon and I talk and talk, About everything...

I don't know, Who to look at, Tonight when she arrives, Turning around the corner, With a skip in her step, And hair flying all over, As...

At the sight of the moon, In the middle of July, The sky stopped, As if it is really a miracle, The way it shines, Causing chaos from...