Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Thoughts crossed over as the reach recedes-
Landing on the moon may need newer creeds,
Waving above were the leaves passing by
And twinkles smirked while blinking an eye.
All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.
Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Clouds crossed over as the black globe spins,
Stealing the moon as if hiding its sins,
Some leaves fell down some towards the sky,
Though none reach out like wings to fly.
All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.
And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.
Image by 52 Hertz
