The Waning Moon

By dusk thou came down And shone upon me till dawn My eyes fixed upon thine As if I had drunk thy optic wine. So the night spend without sleep Lost in thoughts of an old grief No one truly wanted me to keep That I am the single falling leaf. It seems thou won't fade away Despite of the ascending day But thou, a reverie of mind game So will no longer remain the same. My heart breaks thousand times Each time I see the recurring noon So better to rejoice with rhymes Than to mourn at the waning moon. © Muntazim Danishwer