The sand has passed through the narrow glass
And barely a grain remains
The ticking arms of ten thousand clocks
Strike out a quickening pace
The days which seemed like years are no more
And years that were as decades now fly
And all of our hopes and dreams and fears
Have no longer a place to hide
......
I'll call you moonlight,
and you'll wonder why
I have to make it weird,
but you don't know it's a reminder
of the moon's wholeness
no matter the phase it's in,
I'll call you moonlight,
and I'll be eager that you don't fall
......
She lifted up my head
and said to me:
''My dear, if this world was without problems,
wouldn't paradise lose its value?''
-precious.whispers
This is a story of my past
Of when i was just an ignorant fool
When I wandered with no focus
Am not a stranger to the dark
I've been bruised and deformed
“Hide away” they say
No! run away we mean
No one will love you as you are
But.....
......
I felt that my light could be outcast by their brightness
When I looked up at the sky , I saw that moon's brightness could not outcast stars
They are capable and add beauty to the sky same way you are capable and add beauty to the world .
First time I was happy to have a counter feeling
The sand has passed through the narrow glass
And barely a grain remains
The ticking arms of ten thousand clocks
Strike out a quickening pace
The days which seemed like years are no more
And years that were as decades now fly
And all of our hopes and dreams and fears
Have no longer a place to hide
......
I'll call you moonlight,
and you'll wonder why
I have to make it weird,
but you don't know it's a reminder
of the moon's wholeness
no matter the phase it's in,
I'll call you moonlight,
and I'll be eager that you don't fall
......
This is a story of my past
Of when i was just an ignorant fool
When I wandered with no focus
Am not a stranger to the dark
I've been bruised and deformed
“Hide away” they say
No! run away we mean
No one will love you as you are
But.....
......
For a start, please stop to start
There are things you are not even aware of
While time is hemming away at your parents
You forgot terrible things come in threes?
As time furtively alters the rhythm of your life
Yet you naïvely joke at the greying of others
Little did you know that not even yours is spared
In the painful existence of these unknown days
......
I felt that my light could be outcast by their brightness
When I looked up at the sky , I saw that moon's brightness could not outcast stars
They are capable and add beauty to the sky same way you are capable and add beauty to the world .
First time I was happy to have a counter feeling