Hoping For The Moon

By Vedha. P

Between the sand and stardust

Moon has its crust, 

Seeking your trust. 

Showering the glow upon you, 

Fabricating it on to you

Eventually turning you into moon, 

Hoping to reside soon. 

The long haul melts, 

The museum of fears felt

Not paving a home for guilt, 

Expecting not to slit. 

By Vedha. P