Poems from Flower-of-the-Moon
For me, who sits alone by the windowsill
The moon is my sister, my kin
We both live lonely, dark and ill
Always cold without warmth...
Oh ,wicked fiends
Those of our nightly legends
I now understand your enchanted dreams
Those howls you screech to the heavens
My blood...
I write for the night,
For she is the one who listens
Her moon and stars hear my cries,
For I save my pain and tears for them
I stay...
This sickness we share
It's not at all rare
I'll admit it's just human condition
We run and we fret
Over people not meant
Who are all in...
So...Can you hear my whisper
It echoes of off my branches
Rushes through the leaves
Tickles at your ears
Warning you to leave
Now...Can...