The light goes dim
The world grew darker
Heavy weighs the heavens archer
The crescent moon so slim
I linger
Waiting for you
Waiting for the pointing finger
Pointing at the moon
When light shines
like love and fairytales
I look in your eyes for better ways
In the end the stars are shining
Sun bursts his distant rays
Wining and whining
Days for thousand days
When I stop rhyming
Mike Wogengletter 