Moon symphony

An outline of a dark sillouette
slowly dissapearing from the sight
I knew...

Once it used to be YOU...

Frantically running time and
I could not move
tightened by the heaviness of pain
What an irony...

Quiet night came at last
The moon playing her symphony,
with reflection in deep blue water
made me feel clean ...

And with the breath of a midnight air
the roots of the trees
wanted to embrace me...