Love for The Moon

 

Love for the Moon

By

Arman Rashid

 

I used to think the moon was lonely-

Just a quiet light in a busy sky.

But then I met you,

And the moon started to feel like home.

 

We would sit in silence together,

With just the sky, the breeze, and your shoulder.

You said, “The moon watches, but never judges,”

And in that moment, my heart stayed still.

 

I fell in love with how you loved the moon,

The way your eyes softened when it rose.

It felt like you knew its secrets,

Secrets it kept safe and never told.

 

You spoke of the moon like an old friend,

Always there, even when hidden by clouds.

And I—who never looked up for long-

Started watching it just because of you.

 

Some nights, you didn’t say a word,

You just breathed slowly under the stars.

But I could feel your silence,

Like the moon was singing through your heart.

 

Once you whispered, “It listens, you know.

It has listened to lovers for a long time.”

And I believed you, not because I had to,

But because you spoke it with true love.

 

I remember the night we almost kissed,

But the moonlight touched your face instead.

You turned away, shy and quiet,

And that moment stayed with me for weeks.

 

I think love didn’t start just with you,

It started through you-when you gave me the moon.

Now it follows me everywhere I go-

In dreams, in poems, in the soft night air.

 

When I look at the moon now,

I don’t feel lonely anymore.

Because your love for the moon became mine too,

And through it, I found my home.

 

Summary:  The moon once felt lonely to me, until I met you.

You loved the moon in a soft and beautiful way. Through your eyes,

 I learned to see the moon’s quiet magic. Your silent love made me

feel close to it too. Now, when I look at the moon, I feel at home.