Closer

I wish

I were the moon 

in your sky,

shedding silver light,

adding chill to your air.

Waning wouldn't matter,

for I'd keep returning

in full glory

now and then.

From a distance,

you'd look at me.

I know not 

whether the earth likes

the moon's white.

What's there in it?

The same colour

every day.

What's new?

Still, the waves in the ocean

erupt in joy

at the sight of the full moon.

From a distance,

I'd look at you.

I know the earth

is indeed colourful.

A vast expanse of blue here,

a beautiful blob of green there,

and not to forget

the white of frozen ice.

There are sunflower fields

dancing in a cheerful yellow.

There are tulip farms

posing elegantly,

wearing every single hue of the rainbow.

The moon sees this,

"The Moon likes this."

But I wish

I were the moon

in your sky,

while I stand much afar

like a shining star;

one among many.

[Image courtesy: Andy Serrano]