Poem - Life & its charms

The moon has descended
upon my window panes
So big, so low
Alone with a faint glow

The night has silently crept
To provide a satin backdrop
And to cover the traces
of teardrops that moon has wept

The breez is crisp & cold
It carries the smell of days bygone -
Thousands of night on which moon has shone
And blew the pieces of million stories untold

The bed is soft & warm
The moon is shining, trees moving in wind
Eyes are blank staring at the void
Thinking of this life and its charms

© Ratish