Illusions!

They call me muse, they say am eccentric..
And I stare at the crescent moon..
The lady who wears that diamond ring in the sky dark..

Murky, lonely at the farthest..
She is only one who watches..
Eventually..
Watches me and listens to my songs..
The songs which die like crickets in the dawn..
The tears fallen on the blades of grass..
Also fly away with the mist..
And she does walk away with them..
But then she conscientiously returns every evening..
Just..
Just to protect my illusions again.

Sukesh