THE MOON LOOKS LIKE

The moon looks like a soul,

Constantly changing each day like, 

Temperature of south pole,

Revealing the domino of each rogue.

The moon looks like a chronometer on the wall,

Which makes me to challenge in the dark war,

Adoring to became a luminous star,

When some reservoir has wrecked my soul.

The moon looks like a reflection,

Illuminated with complex connection,

Rising me with the fire of rejection,

And assisting me from retrospection.

The moon looks like a boat,

Travelling in the stormy wind,

Tolerating the existence of frame of mind,

Leaving the tides to unbind.