the moon in my window

MOON IN MY WINDOW

THE clock strikes eight,
He heads my window straight.
‘good evening’, to me he greets,
And then lights up the streets.

The moon in my window knows me well,
My joys and sorrows to him, I need not tell.
He sees me laugh, he sees me cry,
Than him, no one is a better spy.

He looks at me with a keen sight,
As though, aware of my plight.

To him I turn filled with feelings,
To which he gives patient hearings.
Pot of thoughts I empty,
Some sad, some of times happy.

He is perfect to play hide and seek,
Changes my mood to happy from bleak.
Behind the clouds, he hides.
Or else, walks with great strides.

To the world he is far,
But to me he is at par.
All my secrets he knows
And these he can never disclose.

Among the diamonds, he is a pearl,
That makes the sea swirl.
Gives me strength his divine light,
To stand all odds and bravely fight.

Peace I get from the moonlight beams,
When we finally say ‘sweet dreams’.