Black Night and Bright Moon

Pay attention to my murmur, goodness, very soon,

In the dark evening and under the blue moon.

Across obscure distances, they stream,

With me, consistently, their presence to show.

At the point when my eyes sob with quiet downpour,

They come, discreetly, my aggravation to support.

In a world that frequently appears to be crazy,

Humankind acquires strength through its strain.

Love and compassion, the quintessence plain,

Communicating sentiments, a profound territory.

A white bird, likened to my thumping heart,

Cherishing the moon, a heavenly partner.

In this huge creation, where animals play,

Touchy essentially, awesome in plain view.

Golden, spread the word,

The skin of sentiments is nimbly planted.

In the ensemble of night's delicate murmur,

We track down comfort in the dark evening and blue moon.