The sigh

Riding under the night sky on the seashore

I can sense the comfort of the starry glimmer,  

which gives me a sigh of relief despite of all the worldly troubles. 

The moonlight perforates deep into my insecurities, 

Shackling my senses to not look back in sorrow. 

The enigmatic stars in the dark sky urge me to endure the hope, 

Just the way a dew drop firms it's muscle on the leaf lamina in the early dawn of winters. 

The bright irregular moon awakens my subconscious to not believe in the fictional sphere, 

Because despite of the moon being the floodlight as it may seem to many, it really isn't!