The Pensive Moon

 
 
The tall trees cast their long shadows  
The fading sun,escapes the deep furrows  
And the flocking birds regain fluffy homes  
To leave the poet in a silent world, roam  
 
Dark blue sky tells the landing night  
The glimmering stars make a fainting sight  
A pale face from the deep blue shall daze  
Behind olden mountains, tall and wise  
 
Into the blue goes the moon:Fluent rise  
Sailing into darkness of the milky haze  
And when in still, i behold the scene  
A snap of the past, will pass unseen :  
 
Had i seen the moon is such splendor?  
Had i lived as a child with such wonder?  
Was the face of the moon so younger?  
Or is it me who shall live, no longer ?