Me and the night are friends;
He asked me when we meet:
“look at my moon; did you see-
Anything beautiful as it ?!”.
“No!” I answered and smiled-
“But I a woman that I saw
If beauty came in shape, it’ll be
Very jealous of her brow !
And if your stars came down;
They’ll blind by her glow!
He in curiosity asked me:
“My! Who she might be ?!”
“I’m afraid if I told thee-
your moon you will flee
and to her you’ll race me !
