WHEN THE MOON CREPT BEHIND THE CLOUDS

The moon shone in all its brightness like a gem in clear skies ,
In full solitude , illuminated , like the queen of skies.
Miles of skies , miles of happiness , miles of freedom,
But the smoke had started brewing somewhere near .....happiness had shut off the moon’s eyes.

From a far corner the wind blew....a gentle breeze at first,
Gathered momentum in a while and tore the clouds apart.
The clouds had sat in their pleasant den enjoying life,
But the violent wind threw them straight in the face of the skies.

Everything is relative – all aspects of life,
And so is happiness....so is freedom...and so is all aspects of life.
All blown away in the matter of minutes,
As the moon hid behind the clouds.

The hourglass turns again,
Hope is the only constant in the relativity of life ,
The moon starts to disappear.....slow and low....down the horizon,
Only for dear sun to take its position.