The silent image of a poetic light. The crescent moon enhances the blackened night. My eyes are bound to the beauty that I see. The moon's magnetism - it beckons me. Pores in my mind rise and fall in lunation. Lost in a spell Entranced in lunar fixation. Alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans. Eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions. Moon enters in its new phase, governs both the nights and the days. Bathe in its heavenly rays. Strange allure the one that I praise.