"The Moonlight"

“The Moonlight”

By Mark Kaven Lazaro

Here am I lying on my bed of loneliness

Putting my head on my pillow of teardrops

How I wish the Maker never created night

For the moonlight always give me laments and grief

Every sob from my soft shorten salty lips  

Inside my chest there’s my heart that wants to come out

 It beats as fast as the tick-tock of my clock

To get alive but not to beat for someone else

I want to live far from this place where I get hurt

For every time I lie down look through my window

There your window and I see you making heaven
Together with your moon where I hear wolf’s cry