Upthere perhaps its different tonight,
the sky neighboring my window
is coloured with rains and a dotted moon's light.
Through my windows eyes,it seems.
with tears the moon is swell
it too is melancholic tonight perhaps,
perhaps it couldn't sleep as well.
It looks into my eye',
don't you ever cry.
why are you so perplexed then
and look at me this way
with fear I close down
my eyes, my drapes
and the flowing river of thoughts,
my fears make me sway.
...At other nights
when the moon sleeps peacefully
curled among clouds.
The rains still drenches me.
I still look out.