But I Won’t Be There…(A Lyric)

 

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.