Whispers to the Moon

The cool, crisp breeze rushing through the night, 

The moon shines bright, bringing the old memories back,

Of all the moments I spent with a certain soul,

An old friend, now residing in just memories. 

Oh moon, you’re the replica of a bond I’ve lost, 

You exude a calmness that I need in life, 

You’re not judging, you just listen to me, 

You’ve seen my emotions, the tears dried long enough. 

Moon is the orb of the night,

The spectator of the bond of friendship, 

All from the time of Krishna and Sudama,

You’ve witnessed the highs and lows. 

Oh moon, you’ve been the balm to my wounds, 

Showing me the face of a friend; every night, 

And escalating a message of love to her.