Starting a Moon Series of Poetry

The moon is a constant feature in my memory bank. There are a lot of memories in my life - happy, sad, painful - that the moon had been a witness to. Last night, a big, golden full moon evoked strong memories from the distant past. And it inspired me to write a poem. Actually, I'm inspired to write a series about the moon.

I'm a bit conscious about my writing. I'm more of a reader than a writer. Decades ago, I attempted to write poetry but somebody told me I don't have it. And so for sometime, I did not write again.

Poetry writing is a form of therapy, so I'm writing again. Even if somebody will tell me I suck at it. 

Moon Series I
08/21/2013

A golden moon
Wrapped by dainty finger-like clouds
Brings back memories
From a hundred moons ago
Of coconut trees caressed by sea breeze
Of gentle waves kissing the shore
Of young, beating hearts whispering
Innocent vows towards the perfect moon
No words were required
A sigh, a glance, a heartbeat
Spoke a thousand meanings

But that was before.

A cloud's fist now wraps the moon
Veiling its borrowed light
Just like human memories
That fade through time
Just like shadows dancing
Behind a candle's shimmering light
They hide as darkness engulfs
And snuffs the light of the jealous flame
Are the memories lost forever?
Or are just waiting for the golden moon
To reveal its light again?