My Share Of Moonlight

Besieged by layers of mist around,

The wish for the mist to fade away

The deep intent to break away

Were abound,

But guarding silences made me pound.

The mist getting denser

Had to turn into walls,

Happened.

The hope and compulsion

To find you through

Were to be confined,

Were done.

Now, it is prison out here

And it has 

Gripping chains of memory

And me as a befallen prisoner

Of dashed hopes and 

Plummeted gusto,

Who can neither count nor caress

The deepening scars.

The silver lining is

The uffs and longings

Cannot be heard

Beyond these walls.

The sun still must be rising

Lest my share of light

Would be yearning.

The moon still must be shining

Lest my share of moonlight

Would be pale and burning!