White On the rare nights I'm up Watching you as I | English Poetry

"White On the rare nights I'm up Watching you as I try to I stare til I see your land Your shape, your scars, deep I don't want your light Because I'm used to your glow I yearn your unknown somethings More than what you show You are near, but alone You are here, but far You are written in poems, But you are never a star Your magic in movies, Your music, I like to croon On the rare nights I'm up Confessing love to you, my moon! ©Anagha Ukaskar"

White On the rare nights I'm up
Watching you as I try to
I stare til I see your land
Your shape, your scars, deep

I don't want your light
Because I'm used to your glow
I yearn your unknown somethings
More than what you show

You are near, but alone
You are here, but far
You are written in poems,
But you are never a star

Your magic in movies,
Your music, I like to croon
On the rare nights I'm up
Confessing love to you, my moon!

©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White On the rare nights I'm up Watching you as I try to I stare til I see your land Your shape, your scars, deep I don't want your light Because I'm used to your glow I yearn your unknown somethings More than what you show You are near, but alone You are here, but far You are written in poems, But you are never a star Your magic in movies, Your music, I like to croon On the rare nights I'm up Confessing love to you, my moon! ©Anagha Ukaskar