Fool Moon Poem by Beyza Dut

"Not afraid of being big
But thinking big
Can be a big threat."

Once you've said.

Sitting on a stone at the corner,
Letting my skirt get longer.

Dreams pass by
So is the music,

As if being in a blue water and waves
Waves and mad bubbles

The stale sand and the bright moon,
must be somewhere so far.
May I reach as life with possibilities
May I hold you onto there
Or maybe you will take me,
May I take myself?

The moon is crescent now
And the dreams has changed
Like another scene of a movie star

May I call all the dreams and souls?
The moonlight is bright
The sea is black and white
In the changing mood
Where the years pass by.

Now the moon is the last quarter.
Blurry view from the water.
Is the only thing constant.

May I leave the sand and you?
May the moon come blue?
And call me
"To do."

All I "do" is now well pick up my skirt on the floor
And walk into the gleaning
Yet, I can see the moon is calling
Calling around the spicas…
Damn.
I can't stop being well tricked and down walking
The moon is full.
Fool moon is lying.

So now is done.
For the water is gone.
Enough time for you to shine.

Ain't here is the right place?

Ain't the land is where you ‘embody' all your dreams-souls.