the moon

the wind passes through my heart
it should have seen everything of thine
whilst thou do look at the moon,me too,from another side
i see only a side of her,thou bright torch of mine

a torch which is filled with the light of love so
i can cross the darkest depths with it but...
when i get the torch time has filed
where the light used to be white would turned into black

that gorgeous, stunning moon's pieces are
going away,daily but i could hardly see it
so it's going to be black one day
and i'll loose the path ,because it's my first time