Crescent Moon

Gazing at the sickle moon Someday I will be a pale star - A shining light in someone’s dream Who possessed most of my dreams I will be finally pain - free Emptied of the earthly vanities Of this sickening, corrupted world With its immeasurable cruelties Long before there were wars There were living humans Walking free in the green fields with Fleeting blossoms of the trees For thousand years they planted Willow trees deep in the ground at Easter spring time of their life To give rebirth to the silent souls The moon was a slender crescent Over the green tree temples I was falling into a heavy dream That was my life final sleep