The full moon is transcending over the shiny peaks announcing its arrival on this cold night,

as the surrounding stars bask in the glory of the moonlight spread, decorating the sky with its soothing shine,

I am sitting on this bench observing this stellar interplay of the moon, the mountain and the stars,

and I think of you, me, and feel a rhythm divine.

Our paths crossed like they were destined to be, just like this moon now hiding behind the tree,

slowly the light started to spread across the sky, like a glimmer of hope to a teary eye,

rendezvous with the past creates the doubt, like this flaky clouds that has its clout,

Against all odds, the moon hops across the clouds to spread its shine,

I think of you, me and feel a rhythm divine.

As we cut the darkness with our light, the mountains and the stars started to reflect our plight,  

suddenly all the darkness that had engulfed the sky, started to fade and said goodbye

The moon finds it meaning only at night, just how a friendship blossoms when the chances are slight,

Different we are, as it ought to be, the beauty of the Universe is in its diversity.

If not for the darkness, the moon has no meaning; just like an emotional out pour with no reasoning,

I thank those odds for this wonderful accident, which put us on the crossroads with no precedent,

as the stars remain in awe of what they reflect, relationships are only as beautiful as one would express,

May the expressions remain honest even if they are out of line,

I sit on this bench and think of you, me and feel a rhythm divine.