Pieces of the moon I weaved-Envy

I shut my mouth and eyes I sought and give light to a lamplight I burn A foolish calling voice I look back with swaying hair and sigh Acquire numbers of people’s minds after thriving use them as guidance of confidence and of self conclusion Convinced, majority of these elements I wrote down was a loss sense of value The flow of water, I saw the past Mind I concealed, Winter disappearing Vanished in the dried blood Pledge to a body I shift in the sound of wind A thoughtless imaginary landscaped settled in this evanescent place The weather created an expression of a last scene. Actors gone to a burning sky A cloudy lighthouse reflects on these smouldering eyes. Thought out plans fall apart A silver curtain hands down. I move it with my fingertips and fix my eyes on it. A thread of grief hands over the sky. It rots away deeply and comes back as rain. The world is frozen fast for the tellers. I feed the replaced words to discuss mentality. Leaving no meaning of life. Wrapped with fallen leaves and go down the earth. Hands on each end tear up seeing nothing. Reliable white memories get wet and move forward. Embraced by the earth. Touching each other. Reach the end as if sleeping. A mind left behind, a child saved. Footprints shine the dark road. I welcome and stare at the present time again and again. You live there and grasp it. No need for change, everything turns to time we've thrown away. Chase and being chased searching for the present time Call for the waves turning back time. Fragments of the moon and the darkness. I weave them and gently whisper. Understanding joins everything. I take it out and a shapeless word is born.