What your absence

brings to me,

O' Moon,

you are oblivious

of my plight.

Inspirations dry,

anxieties rise,

a vacuum appears,

my creativity takes a plunge

and is left to die.

You create only

an illusion for me

that 

everything is alright.

Today the land

sizzles

in your 

shimmering light.

A few days of being

and then

you recede,

to come back

again in a fortnight,

with a promise

that you will

be shining on me

ever bright.