Moon, you’re so beautiful.
But why can’t I see you?
Is it because of the clouds and winds,
That makes you look new?
I always try and try to catch you,
but I fail everytime.
The betrayer’s hands run a race
you’re gone and I hear the birds’ rhyme.
Watching you is an euphoria,
Catching you is a bliss.
On the beautiful scenery
you provide the moonlight kiss.
The clouds say, ” No, no, it is not your job,
to catch the moon”,
and to dishearten me more
it covers you up soon.
The winds blow very harshly
which feels like it is teasing me,
Repeating the sentence continuously,
“It is such an easy task, can’t you see?”.
Will I ever embrace you?
Or will I forever miss
the bliss of catching you
while falling into the dark abyss?