I Know The Moon Is Not Mine

I know the moon is not mine
When I am alone looking up in the night
Longing and wishing for more time
Under all the stars that do not shine

I stand removed from horizon’s line
In the infinite pool of the essence of the night
Trying to understand the path of mind
I know the moon is not mine

I ponder greatness, wonders, and signs
In this perfect moment of quiet and right
Between the dark and the first light
Under all the stars that do not shine

I see the floating eternal design
Again and again, it will blow my mind
Till the time when I am a wight
I know the moon is not mine

I see the beauty, I will not malign
By claiming ownership of the infinite
that does not listen even to the night
Under all the stars that do not shine

In moments connecting with the divine
In this ephemeral state, I feel true delight
Under all the stars that soon will shine
I will still not say the moon is mine

–Rishabh Daga

About The Poet: The poet lives in the intersection of Words, People, Philosophy, Chess and Chaos. His favorite book is The Name of the wind, the favorite opening is Sicilian and the favorite quote is by Anais Nin — ‘We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.