I could not paint her beauty

The moon is full
with nothing to hide
nacked, beautiful
cloths thrown aside.
Her mother, the sky
tries again and again
to make her wear cloths
but all in vein.
Long clouds
short clouds
dark clouds
blue clouds.
She tries them all
one by one
only to emerge naked
when all is done.
The trees, the mountains
the river, the lake
all are in mystique
by the beauty up ahead.
They all are bathed
in her light tonight.
The air is blue
and the mood is right.
Witnessing this moment
alone drunk
with canvas, palate
and brush, I
wanted to capture
her essence
but to my
obvious expectation
I could not paint her beauty tonight......