Men and the Moonlight

The moon shines so beautifully in her misery Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays. There was a young man, A pleasure slumber seeker Eyes bares love and faith The hands grip the dreams and expectations Steppin definitely in spirit To the unknown life ahead Forty years have passed Two young men sit together One with gray hair and wrinkled face Other, a fresh and naive young soul A bond of flesh and blood Talking about life and living And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude For the happiness of every soul, she craves.