Oh gentle moon in the darkest skies,
Can you not hear my heartfelt cries?
Beneath a million brightly twinkling stars,
Do not you feel you have left me with scars?
Do not you sense my fear, mourning and doubt?
Leaving my soul wandering aimlessly about,
Awakening for a moment to the morning’s dew,
Can you not see my life is askew?
My heart is scattered across the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by a breeze of my heartfelt sighs.
My tears are falling like a gentle rain,
All are symbols of my silent pain.