luna

she gazed at the orchestrated constellations.

but every single time the moon rose and hovered over her head,

she was struck by it.

the sun cleared the way for the moon.

slowly.

it was more than watching the rays of light lose their brightness.

opening doors for things that were left unsaid.

the clouds hid the moon every time she felt powerless.

as if people wouldn't admire her and take oaths of their love.

the moon is filled with gratitude for the tremendous love that she's showered with.

a love that seldom gets a chance to survive.

the one that makes her look picturesque every night.

so altruistic that she dazzles like a diamond.

the luminous glow of the celestite in her hand mumbled,

i won't let a sole fragment scar you. 
                                                          - Isha