oh fleeting moon
how hauntingly you do drift
sad eyes do upon you look
shaded shadows see
upon thy reflection
the night people wandering
darkness preying on light
tears dropping from the sky
wails piercing the night
the cries of light dying
make my way up to the sun
burn in the reach of the touch
become deaf to the sound of the
sweet!
penned with Sahib
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
