Moonbeams

a poem by Aryaindia

To moon shine that has no earthly rival

Her rays, she preciously gives away
Over leaf and twig, she has her sway
I find it lonesome without her streak
Her art and appeal are none but meek
Her phases constantly belie her shape
She rules the night sky, no one can ape
Her beauty’s true, never lacks lustre
Her brilliance to face, yonder we muster
Don’t have to see her to feel her light
Her pleasantness in nature through the night
She conquers all with her sublime quiet
Never can boast of capturing her light
Only one, without a rival
Spares not her sheen on arrival
The stars twinkle in amazement
Sheer pale, their light in intent

Author’s Comments:
“Sheer brilliance of moonlit nights
and their glory, soothe the mind beautifully.”