Feeling the cold breeze when I move
out of my hide,
To feel the eternal bliss one could
ever experience,
It comes as a whim,
To see it every single night,
The urge is so strong,
That I don’t pay attention to
anything else,
It holds me so firmly
Never lets me go away,
Not for a moment it allows me to shut
my eyes,
Its mesmerizing beauty
Flows in the whole night sky,
Slowly coming out of the dark clouds
And illuminating the clouds,
With its never diminishing shine,
All night long,
There atop I see the Midnyt Yellow Moon.
It comforts me as a pillow,
Completes me in the lonely nights,
Seeing it endlessly,
I get lost in the emptiness of the
night,
I feel alive in the dead hours,
It bestows happiness upon me,
Like the happiness a mother gets in
hugging her child,
Every night I feel the same,
Talking to the Midnyt Yellow Moon,
Trying to reach you, feel you.
Trying to reach you, feel you.
