The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In clandestine silence
Tears from the heavens
Overseeing all the sadness
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In self pitying sorrow
For being so alone
In such a big sky
It fills with melancholy
The moon's weeping
Stops so abrupt
As it holds power and luminescence
It is gently reminded
The time will come to shine
Like the moon
We sometimes all feel alone
Misunderstood and sorrowful
So like the moon we must recall
We all shall have our time to shine
I love the sentiment and the rhythm of this poem. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb
And so it will shall be, as the moon still shines, despite all its astonomical intrusions...Fine Penning, my friens...Intruiging & creative pholosophy... FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unusual thought, that the moon would weep from loneliness. Why not think that the moon would shine brighter without all the competition....or not at all, because of the storm clouds...interesting...