My Moon
 

The moon in its shining armor,
glows on the lake.
Black shadows chase the dark meadows childishly.
The water runs fast and time goes
slow,
its mammoth golden shape and the black clouds in distance,
it could swallow me easily.
How the night hushes everything in silence
before it goes to bed?
I wonder except the noise of naughty cockroaches.
The world of the moon would be so bright,
the people so different.
Do they stare at me as I stare at them?
I see the festivities going on in the lap of a mountain,
Alas! The moon sits alone and stares at the show.
Loneliness among them is beautiful