Beauty of oblivion

It is certain that the moon

Is the best thing about night sky,

But is it?

Do look at the night sky

With no moon;

Oh the calmness it holds,

The sweet stillness

In all that darkness,

Repressing Melancholy

With tranquil melodies.

Do not trivialize the power

That absolute oblivion holds,

For it is the true picture

Of comfort and content.

So maybe the moon is not all

That night has to offer.

Maybe there's a lot more

Of which we stay oblivious,

For we refuse to expand

The horizon of conscious.