Beamish Moon. Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Quite in silence
On silver shoon
In a recluse voyage
A Beamish Moon…
In core of dark palm,
Walking lone and calm,
Sometimes; in folds of cloud
Sometimes; dipped in wind
Waving sparkle wings
Moves on and on and on…
A silver sphere in heart of night
Walks the night in her silver flight
In peace of world so high,
Glides across roof of sky…
In hues of dusk
In freshness of dawn,
The panoply of Beamish Moon goes on…
Sometimes; in folds of cloud
Sometimes; dipped in wind
Waving sparkling wings
Moves on and on…