Evolving.

The moon sang to me a lullaby

I stopped sleeping and listened,

To those woes of grace and shimmering blaze,

Set raindrops in my eyes.

And as a cloud obscured her sorrowful face,

I heard her voice, weeping still.

The moon sang to me the other night,

I stopped dreaming and listened.

To the coldness in the space up there,

Her face stricken so rigid.

And though she is dust and stone,

Her heart is born,

Of illuminating treasures.

She whispered with a trick of light,

Through the curtain, it flickered.

The moon rose up in the sky tonight,

I went out of bed and watched.

She masked the dark and lied amidst the stars,

Neglecting my attentive presence.

And though I tried and tried to get what was wrong,

She wore a smile and giggled.

I went back to bed again, 

Disappointed yet forgiving.

The moon did not shine that night,

She was a crescent, so small.

She, reborn again, with youth and vigour

Poured some magic into my dreams.

I went to bed and saw the omens,

Twists of fate that might've disappointed,

A part of me, though it's now clear to me,

I'm more than just a tear.

I'm more than just an emotion,

I'm the millionth shade in a spectrum,

Evolving everyday.

And like the moon, I'll sing to you,

Hoping that you'd listen.

And once you do, I promise you

I'll be your crescent.