Waiting for the Full Moon
It was once only a dream….
I sit quietly in one corner
With the full moon peeking in
Through the window,
I finally got down some thoughts of her
That thrilled my heart
In the privacy of my room.
Why is the wind so cold tonight?
Why does it penetrate the heart
And take the warmth away?
I long for stories that will bring her to life
I know only one – the story of her death
No one could give me the detail
I needed to know about the woman
Who was like a goddess to me
And a surging loneliness spread through me
From out of now here I heard someone singing
It was she, I thought.
The voice is like a song of the loveliest song bird
That lingers on to the tree
Why is there stirring of the soul?
This languor of the flesh?
My eyes could have been mistaken
But there she was, so pure and lovely!
From a distance I see her sitting on a piece of rock
Under the moonlit night
While the tiny stars swarmed crazily
Like a shower of silver sequins.
She’s so heart strong in a lot different ways
From the way her eyes glistened,
I could tell she’d been so happy
She was smiling with the guilesness of radiance of youth.
This is how much I’d come to love her
This is how when she joined my body
And there’s a part of my mind
That swims to join her against my will
I have a swimming filling in my heart
Like a creature thrashing to get out
And wanting to stay in at the same time.
How I love to hunt the moon
As it happily rises to glory
Its splendid beauty excites all my senses
There’s a flood of emotions poured from the sky over me
She seemed mysterious
I could see this time the shadow of her
Dying out as the full moon hung low and heavy in the horizon
Then I scampered off to the realms I am designed to live
My love for her remains forever
Her smiles always heal a thousand hurts within.
I watch the full moon slips below the treetops,
In my heart, I wouldn’t wish it to rise up again.
It was once only a dream….
I sit quietly in one corner
With the full moon peeking in
Through the window,
I finally got down some thoughts of her
That thrilled my heart
In the privacy of my room.
Why is the wind so cold tonight?
Why does it penetrate the heart
And take the warmth away?
I long for stories that will bring her to life
I know only one – the story of her death
No one could give me the detail
I needed to know about the woman
Who was like a goddess to me
And a surging loneliness spread through me
From out of now here I heard someone singing
It was she, I thought.
The voice is like a song of the loveliest song bird
That lingers on to the tree
Why is there stirring of the soul?
This languor of the flesh?
My eyes could have been mistaken
But there she was, so pure and lovely!
From a distance I see her sitting on a piece of rock
Under the moonlit night
While the tiny stars swarmed crazily
Like a shower of silver sequins.
She’s so heart strong in a lot different ways
From the way her eyes glistened,
I could tell she’d been so happy
She was smiling with the guilesness of radiance of youth.
This is how much I’d come to love her
This is how when she joined my body
And there’s a part of my mind
That swims to join her against my will
I have a swimming filling in my heart
Like a creature thrashing to get out
And wanting to stay in at the same time.
How I love to hunt the moon
As it happily rises to glory
Its splendid beauty excites all my senses
There’s a flood of emotions poured from the sky over me
She seemed mysterious
I could see this time the shadow of her
Dying out as the full moon hung low and heavy in the horizon
Then I scampered off to the realms I am designed to live
My love for her remains forever
Her smiles always heal a thousand hurts within.
I watch the full moon slips below the treetops,
In my heart, I wouldn’t wish it to rise up again.
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