The Moon Rhyme Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

In letters red
Whispers are shed
Of blood stained tears
And skin born paths
In letters red
The whispers bled
Deathbed fears
Aftermaths

Don’t cry at the Moon
Companion boon
Of travellers’ passing word
In distant planes
The light disdains
The dirge forever unheard

And hides the caves
Like tokens shed
The wall that craves
The words unsaid

To bury them deep inside
In whispers rushing tide

Don’t cry at the Moon
Companion boon
Across the sky born glide
In distant planes
The light disdains
The darkness hidden inside

And hides the face
Like a token shed
The silent trace
The words unsaid

To find a well so deep
Their place in death to sleep