One Lonely Nymph

Staring at the moon for long and sometimes she count stars Her eyes filled with inferno like she was hiding her scars Many wishes she had I thought so and on her behalf I take a bow Dusk and Dawn poised between her earrings Dappling the pale moonlight the joy she brings Beauty embedded in silence is an amalgamation of love and art The nourishment of soul and the the cordial of heart Immaculateness of her shattered in the watches of night and she looked more like a nymph in the moon bright streamlined as fish and spineless as prawn enchantress she is and the perilous falcon And to me the storm seems not to be subsiding now Smitten with her and reached on the brow