Under the moon
Just today, I dreamed of a world under the moon, A place here where the sun wouldn't arrive so soon
where the shadows fade into invisible ghosts,
Where the midnight has replaced the bright sunlit noon.
Between lush lively orchards with lavender trees, Among which fly pearlescent obsidian bees, It'd be impossible to remain sad When I would feel like I'm living beneath the seas.
In a fantastic, silvery moonlit, sunless land, No one'd ever reach out to lend a helping hand, As there would be no struggle to ever be seen... Without sun, one can't even recognize a friend.
Yesterday, I dreamed of a world under the moon, But what once sounded clear now resembles a rune -what did I mean, how can I decipher my words? The vivid images burst like a large balloon.