Sunscreen On The Moon

A place where there is hope,
A place where there is light,
Where silence sings into space....

Where is this place you ask?
Somewhere high up the slope..
Or somewhere to climb with a rope?

It is a sacred plain which causes delight,
Where a million stars twinkle at night.
An alluring invincible fortress at place,
A beacon of radiant hope to embrace...
A place with no crevices in time,
A place which might be the perfect paradigm..
Wrapped in the cocoon of enchanting silence,
In between life and light,it is full of suspense.
An epitome of mystery, metaphor, love and fiction,
A timeless beauty to be moon struck with intoxication.
Different version it takes every single day,
A bite of it without fail somebody takes away.
Bright and dark; beautiful and non existent,
It is too near and yet,too far and distant.


In dream airlines an exquisite voyage to the moon,
Like a silver surfer to surf across the moon.
Every single day it suffers from the sun's wrath,
Nevertheless it continues solely on its own path.
May be to apply some sunscreen on its dry surface,
Prevent it from getting tanned and losing its pearly grace!!