White beautiful spectre,
shining in my nights,
through the darkest of my dusks,
shimmering ever so bright;

She watches over me,
from far a place unknown,
she watches me in silence,
while she screams all alone;

And I strain my ears to hear her,
I strain myself to feel,
her breath upon my neck,
her screams but whispers when they reach;

In a world of love and torture,
where she awaits patiently the fruits,
a life laborious and long,
she shall receive all she deserves;

The light in my sky,
the glimmer in my eyes,
the lover in my heart,
my moonshine princess.

Far away,
apart.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar