Masterpiece Called Moon

Got up from the bed,

Went straight to the window,

To see the darkness all over the place,

Trying to click an amateur photo of cloud and star trails,

Then slowly, magically,

As the clouds float by,

To reveal the masterpiece right in front of me,

Now I know why poets are obsessed with the moon,

For the magical moments like this,

I mean, look at it,

Look at me, looking at it.