I sit here, spellbound
By the moon, her charm
Darkness that veils everything,
Takes me lovingly in her arms.
I sit here, reminiscing
My past glories, without judgement
Sans noise, just me and my thoughts
My poetries, my madness.
Night envelopes my fears
In her stillness, with her tricks
I’ll never be a morning person, for the night is my kingdom
And I, a slave her to her beauty, prisoner to her magic.