Earth with her Moon

it watches from a fair height,
the blue oceans it sweeps,
the tallest lamppost in the night,
and the secrets it keeps.

my lifted neck and cornered eyes,
as they catch the glimpse of this heavenly light,
wonder how far my fairies dwell,
chanting spells from their heavenly pedestal,
that I, bound here to earth,
watch the night take birth,
with six thousands stars unravelling themselves,
and adding glory to the show,
as they continue to twinkle like pearls in an oyester shell,
I quietly ask the time to elapse a little slow.

Mother gravity,
the soul force of this relation,
ties the knot and holds it strong,
to keep both of you at station,
someday fateful enough,
in four billion years of your creation,
you collided with each other,
not sure if in wanton or in desperation,
that you ballet danced rubbing each others skin,
when the moon tilted the earth's inclination,
I say that out of belief that it happened,
but the theory still seeks some more citiation.

Since then, and now it seems like forever,
the moon plays ringa rose,
it shows one side of it,
but the other side it shall never disclose,
though in mother gravity's embrace,
further apart you grow,
with the ticking clock,
yeah that raises an eyebrow,
that this heavenly ballet,
keeps on stretching its arms as commences the show.

yet an amazement knocks at my mind,
that such a strict discipline,
where shall one find?
Moon as it does,
the good and kind,
to earths oceans,
as tides unwind,
and regulate the earthly processes,
over and over in a pauseless rewind,
that life flourishes in this certainity,
that every night makes me remind,
what a boon to us is the moon,
a blessing to both visionaries and blind.