How fondly does the moon hang
Around New Year’s Eve
In all her celestial mystery!
Who will not wonder in awe
Of her splendor
From my earthly abode
That also shines for distant worlds.
But unaware
That here driving darkness away
Needs so much of light
In all its abundance
All its brightness
Ah the premium
That redeeming moments put on
Demanding each soul
To endure so much.
Who can emulate the moon
if it is the heart of light —
Subtle and expressive too.
How may I breathe in
The freshest rays
Of light
From the far horizon
Immerse them in my restless human heart,
Share them from heart-to-heart
To be gleamed into
The ultimate love bond —
Inseparable
Timeless
Boundless —
Beyond my raw impressions
Of space and time?
Ali Imran is a Washington-based journalist, who has worked for leading world news organizations as correspondent, expert and in editorial positions. He is a published author and poet.
