On a beautiful moonlight night,

when the moon was fully bright,

I dreamt that a glow sparkling and white,

getting more power blinded my sight.

Closer and closer into my pain,

into my body and into my vein,

stepping on my garden of youth,

it showed me the fruits of wisdom and truth.

Dragging me across a valley of rain,

showered me softly, washing my sane.

It showed the autumn in a golden leaf,

hanging from a branch with tears and grief.

Hanging tightly on a stormy night,

losing the battle, losing the fight.

Asking and begging for one more chance,

there was no music, no one to dance.

There is no mirror on my wall,

spring and summer turned to fall.

Haloo

1/ 2014