The rising moon means many things, as it floats above the sky
And references many themes
A time when dreams flitter as they fly
Onward to their sleeping hosts on feathered wings with silvery seams
It could be a time for love proclaimed and vows sworn
Beneath the shining gleam
It could announce a time to harvest the golden corn
Or a light, a guidance to a childs dream
The moon is the light, that shines over dark
It is a beacon of hope to quell the endless night
And to guidance by night, sailors hark
And guide by the stars in sight
And yet, the moon is the symbol of evil foul, and lost souls
Evil things that haunt imaginations deep
Things that whisper from places unseen, from crooks, shadows and holes
And give restless, unhealthy sleep
The fall of day, from day to night
Is a truly beautiful song, a blissful melody, a calming tune
Though it can be awful to behold, do not fear the sight
Believe, and bask.. in the sight, of the rising moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, the moon has many hidden secrets.