The Moonreaver

 

The perfect Crescent Moon,

Hanging between the waving Sun,

And the gloomy darkness.

Together with its brightness,

The ever flamboyant Venus,

That glows like a simple red star.

Maybe Destiny tricked us,

To let witness us both the beauty,

The wonder of the great heavens,

That God has best created it.

 

But parting ways will always be part of our lives,

And this grieving goodbye,

Is the strangest thing I had ever experience.

That great Crescent Moon,

Will be the symbol of eternal dreams,

Dreams that I hope will connect us,

From these distant parts of Me and You.