أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

if every light shined as bright as you, no doubt my eyes would shutter like they're blinded, so i take it as blessing to have simply you as my Moon, somehow lighting even in silence, even when pathways are cloudy and walls up to near maximal distance, perhaps what i've already seen suffices, to reconstitute fuel from memory whenever the furnace nears too cool in temps. gonna strive to fashion on this canvas as much as i can fathom of "positivity and courage", forces you so implicitly gifted me through my most trying of moments, some bends on this road of life have your blissful presence, while some turns are cloudier and obscure a bit of the ambiance, but the Moon is the Moon for this wayfarer who's never stopped his traveling, never stopped seeking to bring his goal nearer.