Moonrise
when i could think aloud
i would sing my hymns
and strum through the wind
no ears would understand
for many heads unheeding
revile behind such musings
if i could make the keys listen
and hum few words in the air
i would hide them under letters
bury each one in metered flair
and so one waiting dusk; i hush
my symphony emptily
for a moment, above darkness
Moonrise glows just for me.
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May 12th, 2008 at 7:05 pm
beyond horizon
i am looking at rising; so nice
hoping to see your pretty eyes
reflecting on the face of the moon
watching over my very quiet room
if i could hear your hymns’ melody
i would certainly respond in symphony
and ask goddess of breeze to bring
sweetness of flowers; blooms of spring
many ears pretend to be deaf a lot
not so, lips are just humble mat
cradling your stories in safe canopy
to be unraveled, cheerish in other day
whisper; leaves will move gently
feeling your heart beats patiently
and when you scream, some will fall
softly leaving marks on your soul
as darkness embrace the mighty light
hiding the beautiful robin’s flight
don’t be so sad; you’ll get a surprise
from moonrise cause you’re very nice