Friday, January 16, 2009

moon

you are the brightest light
of my darkest night
the shimmering object of my sight
wish you were here to hug me tight

feel the cool breeze of the air
covered by darkness so fair
which slowly brushes my gentle hair
floating 'til i reach the mare

the compass of my wandering path
the formula of my problems in math
you guide me wherever i go
oh, please every night you show

from afar hoping you could feel my presence
blankly staring at the wide-range non-sense
for i am alone with the deafening silence
i feel no nightmare oh so cleanse

please always light my way
woeful i cannot see you by day
and tomorrow night you wont be around
i shall see you sometime that's to be bound

2 comments:

ANDOi said...

"the compass of my wandering path
the formula of my problems in math"

love that line --,
keep writing.

Anonymous said...

lunatic poetic, lami oi