Standing Under The Moonlight- Secret Goodbyes

I looked up at the sky one late evening,

And saw puffy smoke clouds gathered around the moon,

The bitter cold north wind scooped me up,

The ticking of the clock echoed all around the room.

Climbing up my terrace steps on a Saturday morning;

The fresh golden sunlight danced before my eyes,

A heavenly blue sky snored up above

And I heard the crows' noisy cries.

Late at night I stole upstairs

To say goodbye to the glowing stars,

Millions were out there, but three were the brightest

I couldn't focus on the rest even though I tried so hard.

Lying on my back on the hard ground,

Knowing dawn would be breaking breaking soon,

I stared up at the fading darkness,

Humming an unknown tune.