Maybe someday,
Few years from today
The Moon will be shining
The same on its 9th
With its maddening silver ray.
But, I won't be there…my love
I won’t be there
As the lonely Moon Rider…
Night, may be a winter one,
Will seize the colors of the sky,
Letting some lunar drops
Fall into the ground,
But, I won’t be there
To wander around.
Maybe like the night when
I quench my feet and soul together
With the drizzles of mist
And the dream of a smile
Once you sowed carelessly
To flicker my heart forever…
But, I won't be there…my love
I won’t be there
As the lonely Moon Rider…
I won’t be there
Garnering the drops of Moon
Playing with the shades of night
Hiding along
The dreamy hazy layers…
I won't be there
Drawing the lunar dreams
Blending the colors of the spring,
Imaging a pair of eyes
Through my frozen tears...
I won’t be there
Letting my winging soul
Dance with the flowing fireflies;
I won’t be there
Listening to the floating songs
Of a nostalgic cuckoo
In a melancholic flair.
I won’t be there
With my every little prayers
In the shades of hopes and despairs
And the unearthed love I ever care.
I won't be there…my love
I won’t be there
As the lonely Moon Rider…
Though I’m not sure
If I will see from above
The glowing dews
In the nocturnal breeze,
The wild lovely flowers
At the top of the ridge.
But I wish to see you, dear
Sitting alone by a window
With the splashes of drizzling.
I wish to see your apathetic look
And a smile hardly traceable,
Watching the meaningless Moon
Through the music of raining.
Though I won't be there…anymore
As the lonely Moon Rider…
The Moon will be
Shining the same on its 9th
With its maddening silver ray.
And I'll be losing beneath the time
On the other side of the bay...
© Atique R.
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