Legend Poem by Gianni Pintus

Mighty,
eternal ancient,
through magical skies,
merge into legend.

Full moon rises high,
hear the soft whispering sigh,
lightening the forest deep,
this night beautiful asleep,
to all those souls dreaming,
there is so much gentle streaming,
then giving way to the almighty day,
chases the mother moon away,
daydream believer will come,
And finally I will dreaming on my own.

Sweet night sleeps,
Awaiting the first kiss,
from your self you will be aware
Legend faded away in despair,

Back to the begin, before time began,
Across the moon, heaven, stars and lands,
There’s noises in this evenly tides,
When the northern light fades away?
Running fast in the right way,
From light till dawn the next day.

The mother moon is pale as she sways,
Taking her breath and her spirit away.